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

[reko]

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
[ feel free to dm or hmu on 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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[stormmaiden]

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?

[paintingthestars]

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.

[stormmaiden]

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?"

[paintingthestars]

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.