Caught between a rock and a hard place. That was the saying, was it not? However, as the hills of the only home she had ever been privy to know. Wide and luminescent hazel gaze searched the new land, being able to map every rock, tree, bird and road. She did not think that anything could make up for the time she had lost being kept up in her nest. So in an attempt to see it all before she got there, it encouraged bouts of unexplained silence. Seemingly drifting in and out of the conversation that was passed around her, unable to fully focus her entire attention on any small snippet. It did not matter how interesting nor dull she found it. The sharp and jutting lines of the Eyrie gave way to more mountains, yet these did not lead to the ravines she was so familiar with.
Instead the mountains shielded the land which lay behind it, the open chatter of Allister beside her was enough to fill the lonely void the large natural towers cast. Elyse let her horses feet drag, allowing the two members of her family ride a head. Let them blame it on nerves or whatever else that occupied her spans of mind. Distracting herself with the ever evolving landscapes and slopes around them, it helped her mind drift to the anxiety that was waiting beneath the surface of her flesh. For if she let her mind settle on it for too long, it started to worry over things that were out of her control. Such as the delicate threads that was webbing her future together. It threatened to swallow her whole, the idea of all the possibilities that lay before her. Surely she had written letters to her future betrothed. But was that enough? What of the place she was going? The people? What if she were not what he had thought in her scripture?
"Do not go too far, Elyse." Hastily pulled from her thoughts, the steps her garron had taken to the side were tightened. The horse nearly felt as weary as she, both had long since become accustomed to the sharp directions of not to leave the trail. To stay close. To focus more on the road. The young falcon felt particularly suffocated, for lack of a better euphemism, all she had wanted to do was spread her wings among the sharply scented air. As much as she adored her family, Elyse was attempting to come to terms with their ideas of sheltering. The irritable Arryn could not see how their pandering was protecting her along the road. Becoming warmer to the idea of being killed with kindness.
A clatter of hooves against the stone lined pathway, causing the guards that rode abreast before them shift in agitation. Hands moving to where the girl could assume their weapons were holstered. A scout that was clad in their colours seemingly as out of breath as the beast he rode. "Riders -" A large heave of his chest, tapering off the message. "- Ahead, they wear Lannister colours." Glancing between the fickle coloured Arryn's before him. Elyse's heels found purchase against the side of her mount, gently urging it to pick a faster pace along the rock strewn road. "Then we shall meet them." Her tone rang decidedly, daring the courier to argue with her. After a moment of glancing between the three, he dissipated with a shrug of his metal clad shoulders. Back to the hills to keep a silent vigil. Shifting anxiously in her saddle, the press of the leather becoming more known, as her fawn coloured gaze peered ahead. The anxious beat of her heart decided to play it's chorus, idly wondering if Lord Tybolt would keep to his word to meet her. Or if this was an envoy sent to meet them from the higher officials.