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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 16:22:27 GMT -5
"I can manage<" he said. "And, truly, my lady, it is different. The princess is not so much younger than me. No man likes a young girl to think him weak. My lady is a woman grown," he pointed out. "No doubt you are wiser than your niece too."
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 2, 2014 16:27:20 GMT -5
Nodding at his choice. "I tend to think that I am wise sometimes but I can still learn new things."
"My niece is strong, there is no doubt. But she bested you today and you offended her slightly with your remark about her mocking you." She frowned. "You did not see her face, but I did."
"She offered you her hand and an apology, that doesn't make you look weak. It makes her humble enough to care about someone when she has hurt them."
Arenya turned to leave, she tossed her apple core into a nearby barrel,"Be sure to think of that next time you meet her."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 16:31:59 GMT -5
Elseyris clapped wildly at Daenya's swift victory.
When she seemed less crowded, she bounded over;
"Well done, Cousin! He didn't stand a chance!"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 16:36:43 GMT -5
Valio bowed to the lady before she departed. But he said nothing more about Daenya or about anything else. Instead he mouthed a few courtesies and limped off towards the maester.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 13:00:17 GMT -5
Orys entered the yard, still dressed in his simple gray doublet and black breeches and looked about. He did not see who he was looking for, and stopped to lean against one wall and think a moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 13:04:38 GMT -5
Daenya was also in the yard, currently practicing her aim with her bow and arrow. She hit as many targets as she missed and frowned, deciding she was having a bad day. She noticed Orys though did not approach him, being not too familiar with him.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 13:08:33 GMT -5
Orys watched Daenya at her archery practice and laughed to himself a bit as she missed. Not out of any particular meanness or dislike for her, but out of the painful memory of his own failures at archery. He remembered the day where he cast down a practice bow after slapping his own arm with the drawstring. He hadn't touched a bow since that day. Truth be told, he much preferred the sword anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 13:13:42 GMT -5
Daenya let one more arrow fly, striking the target in the arm, before setting her yew bow down.
"Orys is it?" She called over, a smile on her face.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 13:26:33 GMT -5
He looked at her. "That I am, my lady. What can I do for you?" Orys already knew who she was. Everyone in court knew the trueborn Targaryens.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 13:30:00 GMT -5
"You look lost," Daenya said to him cheerfully as she made her way over. "Were you looking for someone in particular?"
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 13:34:47 GMT -5
Orys grinned at her. "I'm not exactly lost. I was simply hoping to catch her grace in the yard. I wish to ask her blessing to join the war effort. Though, if I can't find her, I suppose my grandmother's blessing will do just as well."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 13:38:56 GMT -5
"Well I am sure you will get my mother's blessing," Daenya told him happily. "You can probably find her in her rooms if she isn't here."
She studied Orys. "Well, as you are off to war would you mind giving me a spar? Just to get yourself ready!"
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 13:41:54 GMT -5
He looked her up and down. In truth, Orys was not an exceptional swordsman. But, what harm would there be in sparring?
"I'd be happy to oblige you, my lady."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 13:45:09 GMT -5
Daenya grinned broadly. "Great! But don't go easy on me because I am a girl, or a princess." She quickly fetched some leather armour, a helmet, sword and shield.
"Ready when you are."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 13:47:59 GMT -5
Orys equipped himself in a similar fashion and pointed at her with his blade. "My lady, you may have the honor of the opening blow. It is only fitting for one of your position." He flashed a smile and held at the ready.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 13:50:12 GMT -5
"I will have to decline. In battle no one will give me that opportunity!" She smiled and drew hers sword.
(OOC: I will ask one of the admins to roll the spar)
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 14:25:10 GMT -5
(OOC: Of course.)
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 4, 2014 15:04:41 GMT -5
Orys and Daenya square off to each other, right off the bat Daenya can tell this is going to be an interesting fight as she overlooks the man's stance and critics it. The first confrontation merely served as a lesson to Orys as he went in for the attack and Daenya was able to bat it away with hardly any effort. One the second confrontation though Daenya decided to drive the lesson home and attacked the poor stormlander bastard relentlessly, Orys walks away from the battle with bruises covering both sides and he is fairly sure that his shield arm is broken.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 15:06:27 GMT -5
(OOC: Gonna let you answer first, Orys)
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 15:09:08 GMT -5
Orys ached all over. "You certainly thrashed me, my lady." His shield arm was limp to his side. He laughed, despite the pain. "Heh, I'd guess I'd best see a maester." He tasted iron in his mouth and spit. The glob of saliva was a light pink.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 15:10:45 GMT -5
"I am sorry if I hurt you," Daenya said, passing her weapons and armour to a page, before checking up on Orys. "I do hope this won't stop you from going to war! It would just be dreadful if I stopped you from attaining glory."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 15:13:10 GMT -5
Orys laughed and cracked a joke despite his pain. "My lady, if that spar was any indication, my skill won't be winning me any glory. Still, I may allow myself sometime to heal if my arm is in truly bad shape."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 15:16:18 GMT -5
"No doubt there will be more than enough time to prove yourself," Daenya said, smiling in relief. "After all, I don't think this war will be over soon... the Faith still hold Oldtown and... well, I don't know that much about the war."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 15:22:37 GMT -5
Orys sighed. "No, sadly I don't think the war will be over soon." He looked at the ground and spit again. "Well, I suppose I should find a maester and get this looked at. I don't suppose you know where I can find one this time of day?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 15:33:25 GMT -5
"I can bring you to Grand Maester Benedict, if you wish?" Daenya suggested. "I am sure he will be able to help you out!"
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too