aterat | i think you met me at a strange time and you anchored me

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i think you met me at a strange time and you anchored me

Who; Lyanna or MirrorVerse Lyanna (

stormmaiden) + YOU
What; MirrorVerse shenanigans! Lyanna gets lost in the world behind the Mirror, worries about her son, and will later help in the search for Halcyn once she knows that's going on. Meanwhile, her MirrorVerse counterpart will be hanging out in Aterat, and while she's not evil or anything, she's different from the Lyanna who resides there. For one, she doesn't have a son named Jon.
Where; All over the MirrorVerse and Aterat.
When; The duration of the event and all through the end of August.
Warnings; Aside from the usual topics of war and violence when dealing with Game of Thrones characters, monsters and mayhem in the MirrorVerse? There's an element of horror in the first prompt, and Lyanna's rather underdressed for a medieval woman since she just got yanked out of bed. If any more come up, will add them to the comment subject lines!

01 ▷ MIRRORVERSE

Lyanna thinks she's dreaming. She doesn't recognize the place she finds herself standing in, though there's a nagging familiarity at the back of her mind as she stares at the massive wall stretched out in front of her and the roiling mist that seems to be climbing from behind it. It's cold, too, closer to the cold of her homeland than the cool evenings of Aterat, and she brings her arms around herself as she shivers. She needs a cloak, not to be wandering around in a nightdress, but she can't seem to will herself to walk away. Where has she seen this before?

"The Wall was built by Brandon the Builder to defend the realms of the First Men," Old Nan's voice comes unbidden in her head, "and the men of the Night's Watch have defended the Wall for eight thousand years since the end of the Long Night."

Then she hears Jon's, and his words from not too long ago: "Westeros is changing. Dragons are back." And as if on cue a loud cry cuts through the heavy gloom of the night, and she looks up to see a large shadow slowly pass overhead. She blinks slowly, for a moment too terrified to move. Are those... wings?

She takes a step back, then several more, before turning on her heel and making a run back toward the city. Only there's no city; instead she finds herself in a labyrinth, dark and filled with shadows. She slows as she descends a narrow, winding spiral stone staircase, and when she emerges in a floor with a long line of granite pillars and a vaulted ceiling, her steps falter.

In front of her are two large stone statues with the likenesses of her father, Rickard, and one of her older brothers, Brandon. Large stone direwolves curl at their feet, and iron longswords lie across their laps to keep vengeful spirits within the crypt—

The cold returns, and suddenly Lyanna can't breathe.

The statues are missing their swords.

02 ▷ ATERAT

Lady Lyanna seems to have been drawn to the same sort of place as that of the woman she's swapped worlds with, for while Lyanna wanders through a perverted image of Winterfell's crypts in the realm beyond the looking glass, she's taken to the cemetery, making her way through the maze of mausoleums as though she has loved ones she intends to visit.

She doesn't stay long. Either it's because she's remarkably out of place in her fine blue gown, or she feels like she's being watched. She makes her way to the Fountain Square after her walk, taking her time to observe the bustle of the city from her spot on the gazebo.

It's nice to have some peace and quiet.

03 ▷ WILDCARD
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notanybunny to plot! for the canon familiar, mirrorverse lyanna had nothing to do with rhaegar and ended up marrying robert, becoming lady of storm's end. she's more like sansa, a stark with a southron lady's demeanor, though with considerably less trauma involved in her transformation. she just had to learn how to politic and run things since her husband's no good. ]

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Going through the mirror had hardly been a decision at all, not when he has a skill that he can use in aiding a rescue attempt and the sense of honor that leads to him getting involved in such an attempt in the first place. He finds himself drawn in a certain direction, and as he gets closer, he sees why. It's Winterfell, the first place that had felt like home, and that hopefully will feel like home again someday. It's the people that make it so, more than the place. It's his home only as long as someone allows it to be so.

He's not at all surprised to see Lyanna there, too. He suspects she has similar feelings about Winterfell as he does. He steps up beside her and stands in silence for a moment, before remarking, almost sadly, "It came to me in a dream, once. There's no place here for me."

She doesn't turn to look at him, but neither does she run away despite being initially spooked by the phantom crypts of Winterfell, recognizing his voice. She does remark, almost absent-mindedly, "You sound a little like your father." Her gaze turns distant then, seeing beyond what has appeared in front of them. To a time and place long past, almost like a dream. "He and his dreams..."

After a moment she finally regards him, worry in her eyes. "Do you know where we are?" Through the mirror, as preposterous as it sounds, but maybe he has a name for this place?

It's a bit strange, he thinks. He'd been told many times how much he looked like the man everyone thought was his father, but since finding out the truth, he's spent many an hour wondering what traces of his true father he carries. There hadn't been anyone in the Sphere to ask, and it's not like Rhaegar Targaryen had been a common topic of conversation at Winterfell."Did he have dreams?" Everyone has dreams, of course, but ones that meant something, he means.

He shakes his head. "I've never been here before. Other than in Winterfell itself."

"Aye, he did. Dragon dreams, he called them..." That, and Rhaegar had quite a fascination for prophecies, which she never really understood but accepted all the same. "I do not know what your songs say about him. I suppose Robert would've had a hand in the storytelling." There's a bitter edge to her voice now, her dislike for her former betrothed palpable. "But he was intelligent and thoughtful, and he loved music."

Then she, too, shakes her head. "I do not remember the way back. Should we start looking?" The feeling that something's wrong continues to persist like an itch, enough that she starts to look around for anything she can use as a weapon.

"The songs are...not flattering." Which was part of the reason he'd had so much difficulty adjusting to the truth of his parentage. Even knowing how it had really happened, not the version from the legends and songs, had still left him having to reckon with the legacy of being his parents' son. And no matter the truth of the situation, there's still the events involving Elia Martel. "I knew that about the music, at least. It's well known how the two of you met." It's just the end of the story that had changed, although it had been necessary to maintain that change.

"There was a summons, and a mirror. How that mirror leads to here I cannot say."

The Illyana in Aterat proper knew better than to heed the call of the mirror. Which mean that this Illyana, who went by Darkchilde, was in a very sour mood. The last thing she wanted was to continue her existence trapped in this dull gloomy world. At least in her own realm of Limbo she ruled. Her emotions ruled that world as well as her Earth. This place though? Nothing of that mattered and she hated it. There was nothing to conquer here and even worse there were no people to corrupt. What a depressing and boring place to be.

At least it had. It seemed as though some of the residence of this realm had come into contact with their others from Aterat. Those unfortunate souls had crossed over while their mirrorverse versions had taken their place. If the Darkchilde could not manage to take her rightful place in Aterat, then perhaps she could find some amusement. When she stumbles upon Lyanna it's as she makes her way into the labyrinth. The darkness hardly bothered the demon and she followed behind the woman for a bit, keeping to the shadows until she decided to make herself known.

When she stepped out of the shadow she tried to make herself look as human as possible. Which was...an attempt. There were red ram horns still on her head, shaggy goat hooves, and a red tail the flicked around. Other than that she looked exactly like her counterpart: a small blonde young woman. She smiled and tilted her head.

"You seem lost?"

Lyanna had been trying to ignore Old Nan's voice in her head and all the spooky stories that came with it; she'd enjoyed them as a child, drawing a sense of adventure and excitement from them, but thinking of the same stories here, in the world beyond the mirror, just didn't feel right. Was her vision a warning? Had it been a vision, or was she seeing things?

Then a creature sprung out of the shadows and she stopped in her tracks, one hand instinctively going for the dagger on her waist that wasn't there. In her wanderings she'd managed to grab something that served well enough as a cloak, and a pair of shoes a size too large for her to easily run in, but weapons were another thing entirely.

She eyed the young... well, woman, trying not to be rude but gawking at the other's horns and hooves and tail regardless. But then she quickly caught herself and fell to her knees in a sign of deference, unsure but having a suspicion of who she was dealing with. After all, if dragons and direwolves were back in Westeros, and the Others were coming, was it truly so unbelievable that the Children existed?

"Forgive me, my lady—" What was even the right manner of address? She wanted to play it safe, lest this one turned out to be chosen by the Old Gods and punish her for her impertinence. "I did not intend to wander so far from Aterat. There was a mirror..."

She tilted her head curiously at the politeness. People were polite to the Darkchilde in Limbo because she held power there. In other words: they were polite out of fear. There was no problem with that, not really. Anyway to assert power was a positive in her mind. Her tail twitched slightly as she tried to decide on what name to give. She could give the name of her other, it might make things easier that way. It was a human name after all. Eventually though she settled on the truth, for the sole purpose of seeing if she would get any sort of reaction.

"Lady Darkchilde will do." She shook her head and made a 'tsk' sound. "And you touched the mirror? Is that how you arrived in this place?"

Lyanna wasn’t quite as alone as she looked, at least not upon her arrival to the fountain square near the end of her walk. She was being watched, as she felt. A small pair of eyes were watching her move into the gazebo from his vantage point under a bench nearby. Slinking out from underneath, a white fox with three tails and very distinct, red facial markings appeared and wandered closer. Staying around the outskirts of the gazebo and observing a little closer. She looked a little out of place, not that he could talk since he was out of place, too.

He wondered, to himself, if she wasn’t of this side of the glass either… Yusuke hadn’t had much chance to socialize or explore there, and it was such a big place it wasn’t surprising if he didn’t know people.

At the end of the day, whether this world’s Yusuke or the mirrorverse version, he had a habit of people watching and the way she was standing alone and observing the city from the gazebo made the little fox wonder if that was what she was doing as well.

The quiet, while nice, eventually became unnerving enough that Lyanna could no longer sit still. She was having quite a day in a beautiful world, aye, but it felt almost like... a trap. She couldn't help looking around or over her shoulder for someone or something that might suddenly appear and take her away—

Her gaze landed then on something very peculiar: a white fox with three tails. But its tails weren't the strangest thing about it, nor were the red marks on its face; it was the intelligence in its eyes, like it knew things and wanted to speak to someone about it.

So against her better judgment, she leaned forward and held her hand out toward the creature, inviting it to come closer. Perhaps it was dangerous, but weren't animals more afraid of men, anyway? And wouldn't it have already bolted or attacked, depending on whether it feared her or was threatened by her?

Yusuke didn’t need much more prompting than the small gesture to move forward, approaching the woman quietly and coming to a stop in front of her. Having watched her for a while, it seemed like she was a safe enough human to approach. Enough so that he’d put caution aside in favour of curiosity instead. Some Yokai might think that foolish, but the little kitsune liked to think he was good at reading people. Sure, he’d made a mistake once… But he liked to think he would see such things coming in the future.

So he tilted his head slightly, yellow glinting in his eyes as the light caught them. “Hello, miss. A fine day to enjoy, don’t you agree?” He greeted easily. Was it a little… odd looking for something that should not be able to talk to have said anything at all? Yes, but kitsune weren’t exactly normal foxes either. Projecting a voice wasn’t so hard, even if it seemed unnatural.

Lyanna blinked, surprise clear on her face. The creature could talk?

"Aye, it is indeed a lovely day, little one." The latter she said more like Little One, though, like it was a title, and there was an undertone of reverence in her voice. And her own curiosity overcoming caution, she then slipped from her seat to sit on the grass instead, strangely unconcerned about the fate of her gown. "Are you lost?"

He watched the woman leave her seat to join him in the grass. Between that and her tone, Yusuke decided she was rather polite as humans went. Though he might caution her against the curiosity where other yokai were concerned, that could be rather dangerous for some humans, to his knowledge. He was simply more civilized than the other kinds could be. Lucky for her.

Was he lost? That was a good question, one that bore thinking. So he fell silent for a moment, before tilting his head and speaking up again. “I believe being in a place that is not one’s own would count as somewhat lost, yes. But the same could be said for many of us, I believe?” The fox responded, tone rather dramatic as he settled more comfortably to see where the conversation went.

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01 ▷ MIRRORVERSE

sorry for the delay, it's been A Month for me ;;

no worries at all I hope things are better!!

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