( Aegon wanders around slowly, a gaudy looking chalice of mead in one hand as he tries to take in this event the manor has put on for them. Surely it's for him and the others from his family, the fact his mother has been deemed Queen of the Unseelie a confirmation if nothing else. Not that it stops the Targaryen from rolling his eyes occasionally when spotting Alicent; anyone else would have been called Usurper for such actions, but Aegon merely wonders to himself if Alicent isn't a bit too old to be a queen these days.
Everything else is watched with nothing more than a slightly bored expression. None of it holds his interest too much for the sheer fact that none of it is dedicated to him. No-one knows who Aegon is for the most part or even his status. It's strange, off-putting and Aegon somewhat revels in the newfound ability to shirk his duties. Which is precisely what he intends to do, finishing his drink and immediately moving to get another. At some point he'll manage to do something and join in on the polo event, but for now Aegon simply lounges against a stall, ignoring the slight protests from the owner of it as he looks for any familiar faces. )
No jousting? I've seen better barfights than this. What's an Unseelie meant to be anyway? ( It isn't a house he's heard of before and obviously inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. But it's something his mother has been roped into and if anything, Aegon wants to understand if it's even something to be bothered about or not. He's not exactly the most interested in history, but with how things had been back home before arriving here Aegon has to wonder if a new house on the horizon is going to be a problem, or an ally. Or, he supposes, a big fat nothing. Always an option and sometimes welcome too. )
forest times.
( Soon enough Aegon makes his way over to a booth that looks somewhat intriguing, finding himself at the mercy of some guy claiming things about the realm of fae. There's hardly time or effort to protest the flower and the headband he's presented with, the good few rounds of mead having done their job well enough to kill off any cares.
A few steps in and Aegon pauses, looking around with a stunned expression he isn't quick enough to hide. This place looks bigger than expected, more lush and verdant. It's impressive enough that he absently places the white fox ear headband on his head, glancing at the dandelion he's been given and shrugging. He's pretty sure it's a fucking weed but whatever right? A place like this has to be hiding something and soon enough the Targaryen is wandering around with barely a care in the world, only a sudden urge to find a flower that goes with his own. After a while he simply flops to the ground, rolling on to his back to watch the canopy of the trees swaying in the breeze. Fuck it, the other flower can come find him instead. Why should he spend all his time looking around when someone else ought to be doing the same thing?
Thirty minutes is all it takes for Aegon to finally move again should no-one stumble across him, and it doesn't take long before he's looking around the chapel with mild disinterest. They're not his favourite places to be in when there's normally a tavern nearby but right now beggars can't be choosers and Aegon squints slightly at the clue he's somehow managed to get his hands on. )
F M K? ( A small sigh. ) Why bother shortening it if you're going to put the explanation right there?
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( Aegon wanders around slowly, a gaudy looking chalice of mead in one hand as he tries to take in this event the manor has put on for them. Surely it's for him and the others from his family, the fact his mother has been deemed Queen of the Unseelie a confirmation if nothing else. Not that it stops the Targaryen from rolling his eyes occasionally when spotting Alicent; anyone else would have been called Usurper for such actions, but Aegon merely wonders to himself if Alicent isn't a bit too old to be a queen these days.
Everything else is watched with nothing more than a slightly bored expression. None of it holds his interest too much for the sheer fact that none of it is dedicated to him. No-one knows who Aegon is for the most part or even his status. It's strange, off-putting and Aegon somewhat revels in the newfound ability to shirk his duties. Which is precisely what he intends to do, finishing his drink and immediately moving to get another. At some point he'll manage to do something and join in on the polo event, but for now Aegon simply lounges against a stall, ignoring the slight protests from the owner of it as he looks for any familiar faces. )
No jousting? I've seen better barfights than this. What's an Unseelie meant to be anyway? ( It isn't a house he's heard of before and obviously inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. But it's something his mother has been roped into and if anything, Aegon wants to understand if it's even something to be bothered about or not. He's not exactly the most interested in history, but with how things had been back home before arriving here Aegon has to wonder if a new house on the horizon is going to be a problem, or an ally. Or, he supposes, a big fat nothing. Always an option and sometimes welcome too. )
forest times.
( Soon enough Aegon makes his way over to a booth that looks somewhat intriguing, finding himself at the mercy of some guy claiming things about the realm of fae. There's hardly time or effort to protest the flower and the headband he's presented with, the good few rounds of mead having done their job well enough to kill off any cares.
A few steps in and Aegon pauses, looking around with a stunned expression he isn't quick enough to hide. This place looks bigger than expected, more lush and verdant. It's impressive enough that he absently places the white fox ear headband on his head, glancing at the dandelion he's been given and shrugging. He's pretty sure it's a fucking weed but whatever right? A place like this has to be hiding something and soon enough the Targaryen is wandering around with barely a care in the world, only a sudden urge to find a flower that goes with his own. After a while he simply flops to the ground, rolling on to his back to watch the canopy of the trees swaying in the breeze. Fuck it, the other flower can come find him instead. Why should he spend all his time looking around when someone else ought to be doing the same thing?
Thirty minutes is all it takes for Aegon to finally move again should no-one stumble across him, and it doesn't take long before he's looking around the chapel with mild disinterest. They're not his favourite places to be in when there's normally a tavern nearby but right now beggars can't be choosers and Aegon squints slightly at the clue he's somehow managed to get his hands on. )
F M K? ( A small sigh. ) Why bother shortening it if you're going to put the explanation right there?