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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 16:34:31 GMT -5
"Have you ever considered that perhaps the dragon is who you were meant to be and this meek shell is the disease?" he prodded. "I said I did not want to talk about her," Daenya said, a little more force to her voice. "If you do not wish to speak about anything else then I had best find someone else to talk to." |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 16:35:15 GMT -5
"I see. Interesting. Well, it was lovely to meet you, do enjoy the rest of your evening. Please excuse me." She glanced towards her sister with a hint of concern, but it was ultimately none of her business if Visenya was interested in this man. Before stepping away, she turned to Aegon, gently grasping his arm; "It was lovely speaking to you too, Cousin. Perhaps we might speak again later, I'd love to hear some of your tales of glorious battle." She gave his arm a friendly squeeze, then made her way over to where she saw her uncle Maelys. "Greetings, Uncle. How are you enjoying the festivities?" "Mayhaps not so glorious as you would hope," Aegon replied self-effacingly, "But it was good talking with you as well. Maybe we will fly together sometime?" Aegon knew full well that none of Aenar's brood was allowed to fly unchaperoned, and that was at least one small kindness he could provide. He lets the girl go before turning back towards the others. "And why is it you are at court rather than in the field, Ser?" Aegon asks the Riverlander, still standoffish. Aegon was not in the field presently either, of course, but he could have hardly ignored a royal summons from his father. "Even soldiers need a time to rest," Axell replied. "I was on my way home to send a message to my father when I heard of the celebrations. So I decided to stop off on my way back south again. What is wrong with that?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 16:36:17 GMT -5
"I see. Interesting. Well, it was lovely to meet you, do enjoy the rest of your evening. Please excuse me." She glanced towards her sister with a hint of concern, but it was ultimately none of her business if Visenya was interested in this man. Before stepping away, she turned to Aegon, gently grasping his arm; "It was lovely speaking to you too, Cousin. Perhaps we might speak again later, I'd love to hear some of your tales of glorious battle." She gave his arm a friendly squeeze, then made her way over to where she saw her uncle Maelys. "Greetings, Uncle. How are you enjoying the festivities?" "Mayhaps not so glorious as you would hope," Aegon replied self-effacingly, "But it was good talking with you as well. Maybe we will fly together sometime?" Aegon knew full well that none of Aenar's brood was allowed to fly unchaperoned, and that was at least one small kindness he could provide. He lets the girl go before turning back towards the others. "And why is it you are at court rather than in the field, Ser?" Aegon asks the Riverlander, still standoffish. Aegon was not in the field presently either, of course, but he could have hardly ignored a royal summons from his father. Her eyes flashed brightly at the mention of flying. "I would dearly love to fly with you, Cousin!" she said, almost breathlessly with delight. She grinned as she walked away. Her slight concern about her sister melted away in the glowing feeling she got from thinking about soaring on dragonback with brave Aegon. |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 16:38:56 GMT -5
Visenya smiled at her sister and watched her go before turning back yo the men. She kept the smile on her face despite feeling a distinct tension between the two. Might it be jealousy? The thought warmed her more thoroughly than any wine.
"So you lifted a seige on Blackwood's family, cousin? I am sure he is very grateful. You are so reticent with your war stories. Perhaps our new friend Blackwood will be less so?" Her hand found Aegon's arm again, giving it a squeeze. The gesture was similar to that of her sister, but far more flirtatious. She could see Aemy's eyes flash to them every few moments. Jealousy was plain there. Visenya grinned at her. Being kind could only fan the flames.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 16:41:04 GMT -5
"Have you ever considered that perhaps the dragon is who you were meant to be and this meek shell is the disease?" he prodded. "I said I did not want to talk about her," Daenya said, a little more force to her voice. "If you do not wish to speak about anything else then I had best find someone else to talk to." "Do not be wroth with me sister." Trajan replied, though with little empathy for her discomfort.
After a moment of silence he spoke again.
"It takes less than a pound of pressure for the point of a rapier to draw blood. It is designed to pierce." he explained. "A scimitar is designed to cut...crude like a butcher's cleaver. It requires all the muscles in the arm and an elongated swing that will leave him open to counter-attack if you are quick enough. Close the distance rapidly and he will not have the room he needs to land his blows."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 16:44:14 GMT -5
The representative from the Iron Bank of Braavos, who had arrived with much less fanfare than the Tyroshi, returned to the feast hall after the meeting with His Grace. He had a dour expression that looked to have been carved of marble. He was a tall, gaunt stick of a man with long legs. He had a narrow face, that looked to have been freshly shaved. The banker wears robes of a sober purple trimmed with ermine and a high stiff collar, a brimless three-tiered hat of purple felt under one arm. Lady Naeterys Targaryen had watched the man entered and found him to be quite a good-looking man, at least for someone from the Free Cities, and when she noticed that he seemed undisturbed she approached him. She was dressed in silk white long-sleeved tunic with a vest made of white fur over it, while she was dressed in a white-and-red finer version of the breeches she was known for. On her feet she wore black leather boots with a red dragon stitched on her left boot. She wore her hair tied back and braided, and she was wearing ruby earrings. "Haven't someone told you that you are supposed to smile and laugh at feasts celebrated in your honor, Ser. His Grace might take offence that you are not having fun at your own party." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 16:44:36 GMT -5
"I'm not sure, she seemed to be smiling, but Aegon seemed very suspicious, so I don't know if there was a problem. Neither of us had seen him before. Perhaps we just embarrassed them by interrupting." Her brow furrowed, and she looked earnestly into her uncle's kind face. "It is getting to be time for people to ask questions about what will happen to us, isn't it, Uncle? Mother keeps talking about marriage, and I know she's hinting at us." "I'll talk to her later to sort this out..." Maelys snorted, he sometimes had a little jealousy crisis with the girls, but at the same time he knew they were growing and that would come to happen eventually. "So... How was the conversation with Aegon? Was he trying to convert you to his new faith?" He smiled jokingly, and gave her a teasing punch on the shoulder. She giggled, returning the playful rabbit-punch; "No, not yet, I don't think he's allowed to evangelize at us. I am curious as to why he changed his faith though, it is not a thing one does lightly, surely." She looked slightly wistful. "He suggested flying together sometime. He's kind to me, which I appreciate. It would be easy for him to disdain me, as his sisters do. But he treats me like a real person. If I am eventually forced to marry, I hope I marry someone as kind and brave as him." She leaned into the crook of her uncle's arm, a sad look on her face. "Am I really so dangerous, uncle? Why do the others fear my sister and I so?" |
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jan 2, 2014 16:52:15 GMT -5
Shit.. Maelys thought, he hated approaching that matters with the siblings.
"You kidding? Of course you are! You're a little girl who likes to play with a fucking FLAIL! Cuteness and strength, there's nothing more dangerous than that!" He joked, trying to relieve the situation's stress.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 16:52:19 GMT -5
"Do not be wroth with me sister." Trajan replied, though with little empathy for her discomfort. After a moment of silence he spoke again. "It takes less than a pound of pressure for the point of a rapier to draw blood. It is designed to pierce." he explained. "A scimitar is designed to cut...crude like a butcher's cleaver. It requires all the muscles in the arm and an elongated swing that will leave him open to counter-attack if you are quick enough. Close the distance rapidly and he will not have the room he needs to land his blows." "So I need to be quick," Daenya said, turning about again. "I will keep that in mind. Thank you. If you ever need my help with anything... well, just ask me." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 16:56:47 GMT -5
Shit.. Maelys thought, he hated approaching that matters with the siblings. "You kidding? Of course you are! You're a little girl who likes to play with a fucking FLAIL! Cuteness and strength, there's nothing more dangerous than that!" He joked, trying to relieve the situation's stress. She laughed, the air of tension diffusing; "Well, it is almost as big as I am! Thank you for saying I'm cute, perhaps it shall be a good disarming tactic! Nobody expects me to be fierce." She smiled broadly. "I see you do not yet have a drink in your hand, I shall fetch you one." Still smiling, she scampered off to find a servant. |
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Post by Horas on Jan 2, 2014 16:56:52 GMT -5
"Haste is typically considered an important quality for a messenger," Aegon answers, eyes narrowed. "Do you make my half-brother Maekar wait for your reply?"
Aegon was heartened by Visenya's touch on his arm. "You are kind, Visenya, but only a braggart boasts of his own story."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 17:00:48 GMT -5
"You misunderstand me, my prince," Ser Axell replied. "I am not so undutiful as that. I have dispatched two men south already, and the new Blackwood levies are marching to reinforce the army at Bitterbridge. But I thought I'd best come and see if there was any news here in the captial. Ser Maekar may wish to be informed of such matters, after all."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:01:12 GMT -5
Adara looked over at Daeny with a curious expression. It was very noticeable that of all the ladies, Adara's dress was the most revealing. The cloth was very flimsy, almost see through and the neckline almost immodestly low. It also had slits up the sides so her legs could be seen when she walked. Yet she smiled at Dany in a friendly enough manner. "Lady Daenerys. Your father has always been kind to me when I have been here at court." Her tone implied that Lord Velaryon had been more than kind and so did the lingering look she gave him. "Lady Adara," she replied, returning her cousin's smile. The look did not go unnoticed, but Daenerys did not care much, valuing her father's happiness more than certain reputation-related things, such as his various dallies with men, of which she had been aware for years now. "I am not surprised; my father is a very nice man." She turned back to Lord Edric. "That is quite alright, father," she said, putting a hand to his arm, although it remained unclear whether she was talking about Adara or the fact that he could not deliver the ship himself. "You should see me with a Braavosi blade. I think I would win against Jace and Monty now." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:10:58 GMT -5
On her way to fetch wine for her uncle, Elseyris spotted Lord Darklyn, and approached him with a bright smile. He was one of the few people who had treated her with kindness after that fateful evening in the Throne Room, and she had not forgotten that, bearing him a great deal of respect and affection.
"Lord Darklyn, lovely to see you. Is all well with you?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:13:46 GMT -5
The representative from the Iron Bank of Braavos, who had arrived with much less fanfare than the Tyroshi, returned to the feast hall after the meeting with His Grace. He had a dour expression that looked to have been carved of marble. He was a tall, gaunt stick of a man with long legs. He had a narrow face, that looked to have been freshly shaved. The banker wears robes of a sober purple trimmed with ermine and a high stiff collar, a brimless three-tiered hat of purple felt under one arm. Lady Naeterys Targaryen had watched the man entered and found him to be quite a good-looking man, at least for someone from the Free Cities, and when she noticed that he seemed undisturbed she approached him. She was dressed in silk white long-sleeved tunic with a vest made of white fur over it, while she was dressed in a white-and-red finer version of the breeches she was known for. On her feet she wore black leather boots with a red dragon stitched on her left boot. She wore her hair tied back and braided, and she was wearing ruby earrings. "Haven't someone told you that you are supposed to smile and laugh at feasts celebrated in your honor, Ser. His Grace might take offence that you are not having fun at your own party." The banker glanced at her, his icy countenance giving the impression that smiling and laughing were for others to enjoy.
"My visits are rarely a cause for celebration." he replied with a formal bow. "Princess...?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 17:15:10 GMT -5
Adara looked over at Daeny with a curious expression. It was very noticeable that of all the ladies, Adara's dress was the most revealing. The cloth was very flimsy, almost see through and the neckline almost immodestly low. It also had slits up the sides so her legs could be seen when she walked. Yet she smiled at Dany in a friendly enough manner. "Lady Daenerys. Your father has always been kind to me when I have been here at court." Her tone implied that Lord Velaryon had been more than kind and so did the lingering look she gave him. "Lady Adara," she replied, returning her cousin's smile. The look did not go unnoticed, but Daenerys did not care much, valuing her father's happiness more than certain reputation-related things, such as his various dallies with men, of which she had been aware for years now. "I am not surprised; my father is a very nice man." She turned back to Lord Edric. "That is quite alright, father," she said, putting a hand to his arm, although it remained unclear whether she was talking about Adara or the fact that he could not deliver the ship himself. "You should see me with a Braavosi blade. I think I would win against Jace and Monty now." Adara smiled at Dany. "Your father is indeed very nice." But she rolled her eyes when the talk turned to ships and immediately snagged a cup of strongwine from a passing servant before sidling closer to the lord. |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:20:54 GMT -5
"Lady Adara," she replied, returning her cousin's smile. The look did not go unnoticed, but Daenerys did not care much, valuing her father's happiness more than certain reputation-related things, such as his various dallies with men, of which she had been aware for years now. "I am not surprised; my father is a very nice man." She turned back to Lord Edric. "That is quite alright, father," she said, putting a hand to his arm, although it remained unclear whether she was talking about Adara or the fact that he could not deliver the ship himself. "You should see me with a Braavosi blade. I think I would win against Jace and Monty now." Adara smiled at Dany. "Your father is indeed very nice." But she rolled her eyes when the talk turned to ships and immediately snagged a cup of strongwine from a passing servant before sidling closer to the lord. "Is that so?" Velaryon chuckled, his daughter clearly the priority over Adara, though he wrapped his arm low around the waist of the Stormland widow. "Now you are fierce on the air, land, and sea. I am proud of your talents." |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:23:19 GMT -5
"Do not be wroth with me sister." Trajan replied, though with little empathy for her discomfort. After a moment of silence he spoke again. "It takes less than a pound of pressure for the point of a rapier to draw blood. It is designed to pierce." he explained. "A scimitar is designed to cut...crude like a butcher's cleaver. It requires all the muscles in the arm and an elongated swing that will leave him open to counter-attack if you are quick enough. Close the distance rapidly and he will not have the room he needs to land his blows." "So I need to be quick," Daenya said, turning about again. "I will keep that in mind. Thank you. If you ever need my help with anything... well, just ask me." "I am curious what it is you think you have to offer?" he asked, curiosity the first genuine emotion he had expressed. |
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jan 2, 2014 17:23:26 GMT -5
Shit.. Maelys thought, he hated approaching that matters with the siblings. "You kidding? Of course you are! You're a little girl who likes to play with a fucking FLAIL! Cuteness and strength, there's nothing more dangerous than that!" He joked, trying to relieve the situation's stress. She laughed, the air of tension diffusing; "Well, it is almost as big as I am! Thank you for saying I'm cute, perhaps it shall be a good disarming tactic! Nobody expects me to be fierce." She smiled broadly. "I see you do not yet have a drink in your hand, shall I get you one?" "Don't bother, darling... I try to avoid anything other than water, so I bring some." Maelys always kept his water skin close, wine and ale would only bring him back to a moment years ago, where he had nothing but sadness and an always empty bottle. "It keeps me always competent in the time of need!" With a smile he drove his hands to his waist and stuffed his chest like the heroes from old stories. It was not a lie yet it was not the whole truth, she had no need to know that her mentor was a deportable drunkard some years ago. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:25:34 GMT -5
She laughed, the air of tension diffusing; "Well, it is almost as big as I am! Thank you for saying I'm cute, perhaps it shall be a good disarming tactic! Nobody expects me to be fierce." She smiled broadly. "I see you do not yet have a drink in your hand, shall I get you one?" "Don't bother, darling... I try to avoid anything other than water, so I bring some." Maelys always kept his water skin close, wine and ale would only bring him back to a moment years ago, where he had nothing but sadness and an always empty bottle. "It keeps me always competent in the time of need!" With a smile he drove his hands to his waist and stuffed his chest like the heroes from old stories. It was not a lie yet it was not the whole truth, she had no need to know that her mentor was a deportable drunkard some years ago. "Do you think there will be need? I hope you don't intend to horribly offend the Ambassador and cause trouble!" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:27:33 GMT -5
On her way to fetch wine for her uncle, Elseyris spotted Lord Darklyn, and approached him with a bright smile. He was one of the few people who had treated her with kindness after that fateful evening in the Throne Room, and she had not forgotten that, bearing him a great deal of respect and affection. "Lord Darklyn, lovely to see you. Is all well with you?" Darklyn smiled at the girl, who he had become fond of over her years at the Red Keep. He had been known to sneak her sweets and toys on occasion, with all mock-conspiratorial intrigue as if they were spies.
"All is well now that you have joined me, though Willem will do fine." he said, admitting her dress. "You look lovely. It is good to see you venturing away from breeches."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:27:42 GMT -5
"I am curious what it is you think you have to offer?" he asked, curiosity the first genuine emotion he had expressed. Daenya shrugged in reply. "I don't know, it depends on you. I am a girl, though I don't expect you will be asking for advice on how to woo a lady." |
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Post by Horas on Jan 2, 2014 17:30:16 GMT -5
"Ah," Aegon replied to the Blackwood, "Enjoy the feast, then." He turns slightly away from him, obviously finished talking to the man. "Would you care to dance, cousin?" He asks of Visenya, "You will have to forgive my soldier's feet, I am sorely out of practice." |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:30:41 GMT -5
"I have work to do this evening on father's behalf." he said enigmatically. "You may accompany me if you wish, though it will not be fit for eyes of a girl, only that of a woman."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:31:30 GMT -5
Adara smiled at Dany. "Your father is indeed very nice." But she rolled her eyes when the talk turned to ships and immediately snagged a cup of strongwine from a passing servant before sidling closer to the lord. "Is that so?" Velaryon chuckled, his daughter clearly the priority over Adara, though he wrapped his arm low around the waist of the Stormland widow. "Now you are fierce on the air, land, and sea. I am proud of your talents." Dany smirked at the praise. If she was annoyed by their closeness in public, it did not show. "I did not realize there would be this huge party when I arrived today. What exactly is it for?" she inquired. |
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5