[D3 EN] Interaction: A Single Scream

[Claryssa]

Claryssa stood just inside the tent, having rushed to prepare for anything. A dagger was in hand as she listened.

The scream had been short, not as though she was still being attacked. But it wasn't until she heard others start to talk from around the same place that she was sure whatever happened was over.

"I think it's all right, Kylie." She whispered, moving slowly back toward her Lady.

Kylie remained on the bed, a dagger in her hand as well. "We should go see what happened. It sounds like people are gathering."

Claryssa nodded and helped her friend into a large robe that nearly covered her completely. They both kept their daggers on their person as Claryssa pulled on her own robe.

[Kylie Redwyne]

Kylie and Claryssa made their way to the crowd with care. If something aside from an accident happened the girls would appear as rather tempting targets. Finally, they arrived and Claryssa moved her way to the front.

Seeing the girl laying dead, she turned to Kylie. "You shouldn't look my Lady..." But it was too late. Kylie gasped and threw her hand over her mouth. Claryssa put an arm around her.

"Who is she?" The handmaiden asked loud enough to be heard by all.

[Lysa Meadows]

Clad in a bedrobe of fine silk, a handmaiden trailing anxiously behind her, Lysa arrived, her feet bare on the cold marble. The young woman clutched the front of her robe as she looked down, the body illuminated by lanterns. “Leana...” All the colour drained from Lysa’s face in an instant. Turning, she managed a few stumbling steps, her servant moving to assist. Lysa bent at the waist and vomited.

[Septa Gwyn]

Far too slowly to prevent Lysa from seeing the broken body at the foot of the stairs, Gwyn gently disentangled herself from the ladies that gathered about her, and took Lysa in her arms. The other girls followed, unthinkingly, clinging to one another in their shock.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

"Jyn, thank the Seven..." Mari put a protective arm around her sister, and Kevith soon took off his cloak and placed it over Jynessa's shoulders.

The eldest twin looked authorative as she listened to Alicent. Looking to Simon, she had to agree with the Feyther. "Someone pushed this woman... she's a lady-in-waiting."

[Maester Simon]

"Why would anyone..." Simon muttered, trying to see where the lady might have fallen. "Why lady Alicent said that, mi'lday. Did she see it happen?"

[Leovall Marten]

Too much commotion. Leovall arrived in tunic and breeches, having taken the time to dress somewhat before venturing out of his pavilion. He had his sword on his belt just in case. Scanning the crowd he moves to his cousin's side. "Terrance." He didn't ask any questions right away, instead stopping to look around further.

[Maester Hubert]

Accompanied by the servant sent to fetch him, Hubert arrived garbed in the simple robes one more commonly associated with maesters. His hair was still slightly tousled, suggesting that even if he hadn’t been asleep, he had been abed. He picked his way carefully down the grand steps, spotting Simon and waving for the Maester to join him.

Hubert conferred with Ser Kenway briefly, before turning his attentions to the girl.

[Terrance Stone]

Too much commotion. Leovall arrived in tunic and breeches, having taken the time to dress somewhat before venturing out of his pavilion. He had his sword on his belt just in case. Scanning the crowd he moves to his cousin's side. "Terrance." He didn't ask any questions right away, instead stopping to look around further.

"Leo." The man nodded in greeting. The situation spoke for itself, for the most part. As more people gathered, Terrance stepped back to look around, wondering if anything or anyone seemed odd or out of place.

[Leovall Marten]

Leovall's voice becomes quieter. "An accident...?" It seemed the most obvious possibility, but hardly assured.