Road to Honeyholt

[The Smith]

Ayrton gave his sister a quick kiss on her cheek, and smiled at Mariya, "Pleased to met ya Mary."

[Viea Greyjoy]

Like any young sister Nym immediately wiped her cheek where he had kissed her, she pulled a face.

[Marie]

Mariya looked over at the young man.

"My name is Mariya, ser," she said quietly. "Shall we ride on?"

[The Smith]

Ayrton hugged his sister again, and turned his horse around, "It is a pleasure to met you Mariya. Why are you riding with such a pest like mysister." He tickled her.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Nym gave a shriek and wriggled out of his grip.

[The Smith]

Ayrton laughed as she jumped from his horse.

[Marie]

"Oh, we wanted an adventure," Mariya said, watching them with a hint of envy. "And I don't find Nym a pest at all. But then, I suppose brothers see it differently."

[The Smith]

"Have seen her eat sweetcakes. Four at once, and such a mess she leaves." Ayrton smiled, "I remember when she was four and fell in the offal hole." He laughed. "Covered all the way down to her toes."

[Marie]

Mariya burst out laughing.

"Oh, that's so funny! Seven help me, I had no idea Nym was so messy!"

[Viea Greyjoy]

Nym did the grown up thing and stuck her tongue out at them both as she caught her horse and mounted again.

"That was gone and forgotten." She muttered

[The Smith]

"Not to me Nym. I have commisioned a portrait." Ayrton said.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Funny." Nym said sarcastically. "Are we going to sit out here all day?"

[Marie]

"I thought we were going to the castle," Mariya said. "I'd like to see it."

[The Smith]

Ayrton sighed, and lead them toward the keep, "The gates are open Nymie... they always are at the Hive."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Whos home?" Nym asked, with a smile as she started back at a walk behind her eldest brother.