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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:32:00 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." Daenya frowned, though more out of curiosity. "And what sort of work is that? I was hoping to socialize a little more, so I hope it won't take too long." |
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jan 2, 2014 17:32:41 GMT -5
"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!"[/quote] "No, of course not... But you never know." Far across the hall he saw someone he needed to speak to. "I'll need to go, darling. But if someone asks..." Maelys paused and approached her ear, with a fake suspicion look. "Tell'em it's my medicine..." He whispered and with that same looked left walking backwards. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:35:59 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."
She nodded awkwardly with thanks; "Visenya made me wear it. I'll be no use at all if a brawl breaks out!" She smiled playfully; "And you look as dashing and enigmatic as ever...Willem," she said, the use of his first name making her smile coyly, as if it were awfully daring to do so. Her mother had often chastised her when she was younger for being overly familiar with people. She had not grasped as easily as Visenya that there were rules at court. "What do you think of these Tyroshi?" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:37:03 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." Daenya frowned, though more out of curiosity. "And what sort of work is that? I was hoping to socialize a little more, so I hope it won't take too long." "Most are asleep when I do my work." he replied. "Well after the hour of the bat." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:38:53 GMT -5
Daenya frowned, though more out of curiosity. "And what sort of work is that? I was hoping to socialize a little more, so I hope it won't take too long." "Most are asleep when I do my work." he replied. "Well after the hour of the bat." Daenya furrowed her brows, wondering what sort of work this was. "If you do not think me a liability then I will help. I have wanted to make myself useful for a while but..." She sighed. "Mother seems to think being a scout would be the best idea." |
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jan 2, 2014 17:42:36 GMT -5
Maelys found the Grand Maester distracted with something. He grinned and cleared his throat.
"Grand Maester Benedict, my old friend!" He spoke loudly and laying his hands on the man's shoulder hoping to get a little frightened jump.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:43:53 GMT -5
"Most are asleep when I do my work." he replied. "Well after the hour of the bat." Daenya furrowed her brows, wondering what sort of work this was. "If you do not think me a liability then I will help. I have wanted to make myself useful for a while but..." She sighed. "Mother seems to think being a scout would be the best idea." "She is not my mother." he reminded. "I have leave to requisition whatever resources I require in service of His Grace. If you can last a night in my company, your mettle would be wasted as a scout."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:46:49 GMT -5
"She is not my mother." he reminded. "I have leave to requisition whatever resources I require in service of His Grace. If you can last a night in my company, your mettle would be wasted as a scout." "Then tell me when and where to meet you and I will be ready," Daenya told him. "I supposed a dress would be inappropriate?" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:46:58 GMT -5
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."
She nodded awkwardly with thanks; "Visenya made me wear it. I'll be no use at all if a brawl breaks out!" She smiled playfully; "And you look as dashing and enigmatic as ever...Willem," she said, the use of his first name making her smile coyly, as if it were awfully daring to do so. Her mother had often chastised her when she was younger for being overly familiar with people. She had not grasped as easily as Visenya that there were rules at court. "What do you think of these Tyroshi?" "If a brawl breaks out you will be of more use than I." he replied with feigned concern at the prospect. "I will likely hide behind you either way."
"You flatter an old man, my dear." he beamed. "Wear enough black and anyone will think you mysterious...or in mourning...or terribly dull."
"I think the Tyroshi are an enjoyable enough lot, when they are paid to be."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:49:53 GMT -5
She nodded awkwardly with thanks; "Visenya made me wear it. I'll be no use at all if a brawl breaks out!" She smiled playfully; "And you look as dashing and enigmatic as ever...Willem," she said, the use of his first name making her smile coyly, as if it were awfully daring to do so. Her mother had often chastised her when she was younger for being overly familiar with people. She had not grasped as easily as Visenya that there were rules at court. "What do you think of these Tyroshi?" "If a brawl breaks out you will be of more use than I." he replied with feigned concern at the prospect. "I will likely hide behind you either way."
"You flatter an old man, my dear." he beamed. "Wear enough black and anyone will think you mysterious...or in mourning...or terribly dull."
"I think the Tyroshi are an enjoyable enough lot, when they are paid to be."
"I don't think you are dull," she replied, earnestly. "When they are paid to be? How do you mean? Do you think them dishonourable?" |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 17:50:49 GMT -5
"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. Adara, hating to be left out, broke in. "It's for the ambassadors, the Tyroshi and the Braavosi. They are most strange men. I rather like the Tyroshi one though. I wonder if he dies his nether hair green too." She giggled drunkenly. Maelys found the Grand Maester distracted with something. He grinned and cleared his throat. "Grand Maester Benedict, my old friend!" He spoke loudly and laying his hands on the man's shoulder hoping to get a little frightened jump. The Grand Maester turend and beamed at Maelys. "Greetings, my prince. Are you enjoying the festivities?" |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 17:55:02 GMT -5
"I would be glad to dance with you, cousin, soldier's feet and all." She tyrned back to Axell and gave him a polite nod. "It was a pleasure to meet you, and to hear of the old gods of this land. Safe travels to you."
"Now," she began again, turning her eyes upon Aegon. "shall we?" As they headed toward the dance floor, she added, "It is very humble of you to be reticent of your victories, but I don't find it to be bragging to share a tale or two. If you do not wish to tell, you are welcome to your silence. I merely wish to assure you that I for one will not find you a braggart."
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Post by Lord Baelor Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 17:55:19 GMT -5
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. Adara, hating to be left out, broke in. "It's for the ambassadors, the Tyroshi and the Braavosi. They are most strange men. I rather like the Tyroshi one though. I wonder if he dies his nether hair green too." She giggled drunkenly. Seeing his cousins and uncle enjoying what appeared to be a rather lively conversation, Baelor made his way to that group, holding himself high, his back straight, a goblet of wine in hand. He managed to just barely catch Adara's last remark and moved behind her, saying, "I do not doubt that you will do everything in your power to find out, Adara," he said, the lilt in his voice only adding to the underlying meaning of the remark. He smiled at Lord Edric, one of the few people he felt he could confide in, especially after the coronation, and bowed to his daughter. "Uncle Edric, Danerys. I hope you're enjoying yourselves." |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:57:45 GMT -5
"She is not my mother." he reminded. "I have leave to requisition whatever resources I require in service of His Grace. If you can last a night in my company, your mettle would be wasted as a scout." "Then tell me when and where to meet you and I will be ready," Daenya told him. "I supposed a dress would be inappropriate?" "Don't wear anything you can't afford to get blood on." he replied, smiling now though it seemed strange upon his face. "I will fetch you from your chambers at the appointed hour." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:58:57 GMT -5
Daenya nodded. "I will bring sword and bow as well." She felt a little excited, wondering exactly what this mission was but she was glad to be able to help out in any way. "Until later then, brother."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:59:17 GMT -5
"If a brawl breaks out you will be of more use than I." he replied with feigned concern at the prospect. "I will likely hide behind you either way."
"You flatter an old man, my dear." he beamed. "Wear enough black and anyone will think you mysterious...or in mourning...or terribly dull."
"I think the Tyroshi are an enjoyable enough lot, when they are paid to be."
"I don't think you are dull," she replied, earnestly. "When they are paid to be? How do you mean? Do you think them dishonourable?" "I think an honorable sellsword is a contradiction." he said, with a wink. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:59:28 GMT -5
Daenerys was about to reply to Adara, but was interjected and turned on the spot to face the man, a smile on her lips. She did her best to hold back laughter. "I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage. We have probably not met, er..?"
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jan 2, 2014 17:59:39 GMT -5
"Greetings, my prince. Are you enjoying the festivities?" "Could be better. You know I'm not fond of such ostentaion..." He thought of the dozens of fat men choking on food and drinking a hundred dragons piss wine on that hall, and at the same time of his daily walks on Flea Bottom where skinny sickly children would fight like hounds over a rotten pigeon. |
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Post by Lord Baelor Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 18:02:07 GMT -5
Daenerys was about to reply to Adara, but was interjected and turned on the spot to face the man, a smile on her lips. She did her best to hold back laughter. "I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage. We have probably not met, er..?" "Baelor Targaryen," he said, introducing himself, "And my apologies. It's just that whenever Uncle Edric speaks of you, you can see that he cares, and I doubt he'd be so protective of someone so young unless they were related to him. You are Daenerys Velaryon, correct?" |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 18:03:41 GMT -5
"Greetings, my prince. Are you enjoying the festivities?" "Could be better. You know I'm not fond of such ostentaion..." He thought of the dozens of fat men choking on food and drinking a hundred dragons piss wine on that hall, and at the same time of his daily walks on Flea Bottom where skinny sickly children would fight like hounds over a rotten pigeon. "It has to be done," the Grand Maester pointed out, "We have to put on a show for our guests, else they will think us niggardly. But it is our duty to be here, like it or not, and so we are. Take comfort in that, my prince. Have you met our guests yet?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 18:03:41 GMT -5
"I don't think you are dull," she replied, earnestly. "When they are paid to be? How do you mean? Do you think them dishonourable?" "I think an honorable sellsword is a contradiction." he said, with a wink. The conversation was taking a turn that Elseyris liked, and his wink made her grin wickedly. "I must agree, so does that make us mercenary, or just desperate? What do the whispers tell you about the war?" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 18:09:50 GMT -5
"I think an honorable sellsword is a contradiction." he said, with a wink. The conversation was taking a turn that Elseyris liked, and his wink made her grin wickedly. "I must agree, so does that make us mercenary, or just desperate? What do the whispers tell you about the war?" "It makes us not so different than our enemies, knowing our only options are victory or ruin." Lord Edric said, learning some time ago to just be frank with the glorified hostage. "The Faith still holds Oldtown and the Arbor, as well as the love of the people. The High Septon gives them faith that heaven awaits them and the High Marshal belief that dragons can fall." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 18:10:50 GMT -5
Daenerys was about to reply to Adara, but was interjected and turned on the spot to face the man, a smile on her lips. She did her best to hold back laughter. "I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage. We have probably not met, er..?" "Baelor Targaryen," he said, introducing himself, "And my apologies. It's just that whenever Uncle Edric speaks of you, you can see that he cares, and I doubt he'd be so protective of someone so young unless they were related to him. You are Daenerys Velaryon, correct?" "That is correct. Well met, Lord Baelor," said Dany, recognising the man by his name as Aenar's brother. "I guess you two get along well, then?" she asked, looking from her father to Baelor. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 18:11:49 GMT -5
Daenya spotted Adara Dondarrion and decided to speak with the woman, getting a glass of wine on the way. She had heard many rumours about the woman but, never having met her before, wanted to make up her own mind.
"Good evening, my lady," She said with a smile and a curtsy. "May I compliment you on your dress? It is very pretty."
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Post by Lord Baelor Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 18:13:00 GMT -5
"Baelor Targaryen," he said, introducing himself, "And my apologies. It's just that whenever Uncle Edric speaks of you, you can see that he cares, and I doubt he'd be so protective of someone so young unless they were related to him. You are Daenerys Velaryon, correct?" "That is correct. Well met, Lord Baelor," said Dany, recognising the man by his name as Aenar's brother. "I guess you two get along well, then?" she asked, looking from her father to Baelor. "I would like to think so, Uncle," Baelor says with a bemused smirk, "If we didn't, then I worry about all of my dark secrets that I've told you over the past two years." He took a sip of his wine and fully stepped into the circle, putting some space between Adara and himself. |
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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