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Mentioned: Lyanna Baratheon | Brandon Baratheon | Reed Stark
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[right]The young woman had been about to speak to her friend, to calm the older girl. She understood her irritation, from how her brother had been insulted. Manasa would also become hostile in respnse to such an insult, though, thinking quietly, she touched her fingertips to Lyanna's arm, trying to convery the calm she felt. Of course, Manasa was feeling rather overwhelmed herself, with the mass amount of raw emotion being thrown around the room, radiating off the people as if they were fires barely contained. When she had finally parted her lips, quietly about to breathe out her words, the large male had burst into the room. Who?

Her distress flared, fingers retracting from Lyanna as the Lynx pushed up against her legs, catching onto her nervousness. The animal had always been in tune with her, though there was little that she could do about it, since Manasa was often the one in charge. As the door swung closed and the man spoke to the group, Manasa moved slightly closer to her twin, so that their shoulders were touching and he could feel the tension in her posture. New people were always difficult for her to speak with, and with how crowded the room was becoming, another added to it would only crowd it even more. The Princess nonetheless. 

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Before them, upon the Iron Throne, sat the grandson of Daenerys Targaryen; Daerys. His wife beside them, with his daughters, his sons on his side. The Kingsguard had arranged themselves so there was one behind each memeber of the royal family. The skinchanger recognized them only through brief visions, from glimpses of their past though she had never gone seeking them out before her brother told her he was coming here. Then, she had spent days in the Godswood, sleeping with the trees, seeing through the eyes of any she could get her hands on. It had become a part of her, and she knew well that she would be seeking out the Godswood here quite often. 

The King spoke of peace, though she had to wonder if bringing them all here was a good idea. If one of them died it would cause a war, if several of them were injured or threatened, the Targaryen House might once again fall to the might of their people. Her brother touched her arm, beckoning her with him and the twin Baratheon's, and she did not hesitate. Shiva padded by her side, careful to always brush against her leg, worried for the young woman. Manasa reached down to touch her companions head, calming the feline before she turned her gaze upward. Lyanna had spoken of the current Baratheon Lord, a man much like the late King Robert Baratheon, though she wondered why it mattered. Her own parents would find a good marriage for her back home, and a wife for Reed. They aspired to little more than ruling the North. 

Of course, if the chance arose, the King in the North would reign again. 

The young greenseer felt a wave of tension, anger and an uncontrollable thirst for violence. Brandon. The boy had always had trouble controlling the Storm within him, ever since she had met him she had known about it. She turned soft green orbs toward him, catching his own infuriated gaze, watching him silently. A soft smile curled up the corner of her lips, attempting to calm him without using her powers. If she had been standing next to him she would have touched his arm to catch his attention, draw his mind away from what it was that angered him. Thankfully, holding his gaze did help. She felt the tension drain out of him, sucked away, like a tornado moving on. He tore his eyes from hers, and she knew that it was time to cease watching him for now. Lowering her hood, she left black tendrils of silk waves tumble around her face, framing pale skin and bright eyes. 

[color=magenta]"Breakfast would be wonderful."[/color][/right]