<div class="floatleft">(http://media.monstersandcritics.com/articles3/1709300/article_images/SpartacusLiamMcIntyre3.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Leynir Greystark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202982.msg9929160#msg9929160)<br/><strong>Where</strong>: Greyhold Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><br/>Normally, Leynir would have risen with the sun so he could feed Longtooth if the beast had been too lazy to find his own breakfast, and following that he would train. He'd been out all day yesterday however, and because he'd gotten home fairly late, he himself was robbed of energy, slowed and lethargic. That's what happens when you don't eat for an entire day. In fact, it was a mix of the soft sun filtering into his room and a powerful stomach growl that woke him up...that and a giant wolf licking his face. He groaned and playfully pushed Longtooth off of him. "You filthy, mongrel. Hungry eh? Come, let's get some meat in your belly before you mistake someone for food."<br/><br/>Scratching his faithful hound behind the ears, Leynir got dressed, including his sword belt. Not only was he about to feed Longtooth, but today was the day they broke the fast...he'd finally have some food in his starving belly. The pair traveled down to the larder and it didn't take long to find a slab of dried meat for his wolf to snack on. Longtooth wagged his tail and went for the food in Leynir's hand, only for a stern look from his master to stop him in his tracks. "You'll have your food, silly beast. Just wait until we get to the dining hall. Can you manage that?"<br/><br/>Longtooth sat on his haunches and lolled his tongue out in response. "Good boy, now come on." The two made their way into the hall already occupied by his Lord Father, Maester Orwell, and Deryl. He threw the meat into the bowl in the corner for his hound and knew it wouldn't be long before it was gone. He always seemed to be a step after his father, which seemed fitting considering he was his heir. "Go on, eat up." He slapped a loving hand onto his fathers shoulder and nodded, then took his seat near him as Longtooth went and tore into his food. He averted his eyes so his hunger wouldn't continue to gnaw at him.<br/><br/>"Good morning, father. You're looking well. As well as can be expected for a Northman on fast anyway," he said with a smile and a  laugh. It was always nice when everyone gathered, and it would feel even better when the food came. "Morning, Deryl, Maester Orwell" he added with a wave to the Steward of Greyhold. A loyal and kind man who'd been there for his family for quite a long time it seemed despite him only being thirty. He also waved to their Maester, but he let the man get down to his work and didn't bore him with small talk. Not long after that, Lowell made his appearance.<br/><br/>"Brother, I know you're as hungry as me. But let's try not to stuff ourselves to the point of illness again, eh? I think Shelle' would lose her mind if we ruined another pair of bedsheets and tunics like last time remember? Hahahahah." After that, the twins and Septa Rosine entered the dining hall. Leynir threw his arms open wide and stood up when they arrived, hugging his little sister and picking her up off the ground like he'd been doing since she was young. After she asked if they could break the fast, he placed a kiss on her cheek. "You asked the best question one could have asked today, little sister. My stomach thanks you."<br/><br/>Erik got a playful arm around the neck and a noogie. "Behold, Lord Father...the Twin Terrors of Greyhold, nay, the Twin Terrors of the North." He smiled and nodded respectfully to his sister's mother figure. "Hello Septa Rosine, you look lovely today." Sitting back down, he watched his second brother be the person he had been becoming for some time. "We've plenty of time, Erik. Besides, they can't have the Wedding without the Groom now can they?" He turned to the sound of hurried footsteps nearing the room and shot up to his feet just like his father when his grandmother came in shouting FIRE.<br/><br/>They'd smelled no smoke or anything of the sort, so just where was it?!! When she explained that it had been a vision, he breathed a deep sigh of relief and collapsed into his chair. He should be used to his grandmother by now, and he was in a way. But when she got into her more excited moods, it always took him off guard. His father and grandmother had a quick and somewhat sharp exchange before he talked her down and she just slathered her bacon in preserves. He took a big bite of some delicious cheese and didn't let the messenger interrupt him eating.<br/><br/>His eyes looked to the red hooded stranger after he was shown inside, and as was custom, he welcomed him after his father. "Be welcome in our home, traveler." He looked to Owell, then back to their guests. A Red Priest this far North? A Red Priest in Westeros? What a strange day this was becoming, and so early too. "He's a bit far from home, wouldn't you say Maester?"Suddenly Maiev began shrieking again, and his hand slid to the hilt of his blade when his grandmother claimed that this man was the man who would bring fire to them.<br/><br/>He pulled it part way from it's sheath and took a step forward. Longtooth had finished his food and when he saw the source of Maiev's distress, his muzzle curled back to show his fangs in a snarl. Finally she cried out once more, then claimed the man before them, the Red Priest...was his long lost uncle. His blade found it's home again and his scowl was replaced with a wide grin.  A snap of his fingers summoned Longtooth to his side. The wolf was still ready to pounce, but a gentle hand on his head calmed him down.<br/><br/>"Be still, Longtooth. This man is family, treat him as such, won't you?" Longtooth whimpered and sat on his haunches, rubbing his head against Leynir's thigh as his master rubbed his head. Removing the hood was all Leynir needed as the visage of his uncle he remembered from so long ago came flooding back to him. He almost allowed himself to cry...almost. He watched his uncle greet everyone, and then he finally came to him. He squeezed the man's arm in greeting before pulling him into an embrace. "Hah, well paint my chest and call me a Horse Lord. It's really you. I've grown, Uncle Tybolt, aye. But you seem to have forgotten how to age. You look exactly as I remember." He paused and looked him eye to eye, and shrugged his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Well not<em>exactly</em>. I used to have to look up to you." He matched his uncles grin when he spoke about his soon to be bride. "Oh she's quite the looker, so I'm going to ask that you behave around her. But we have time to talk about that later. You've returned to us after ten long years. Sit! Eat! " He gestured to his own chair near his father for Tybolt to take, while he found a place on the other side, but not before taking his plate with him. He was starving and he'd gnaw off the hand of anyone right now who touched his food.