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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 23:23:19 GMT -5
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Elseyris wandered down the long corridor that led towards the gardens, a small basket under one arm. She had resolved that, since she had nothing to do at this precise point in the afternoon, she would make herself a little picnic, and enjoy the sunshine with a book. After the high intensity socializing of the recent feast for the Tyroshi Ambassador, she felt in need of more low-key entertainment.
She rounded a corner and almost collided with Lord Tybalt Toyne. She jumped back in surprise;
"My Lord! You move as quietly as I do! You managed to startle me, not many can do that!"
She smiled bashfully.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 23:43:58 GMT -5
"One of the benefits of abhorring armor is being light on your feet." Toyne said, a smile with boyish charm spreading as he recognized the young Targaryen woman. "A pleasure to see you again Lady Elseyris. I trust you have recovered from last night's festivities?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 23:48:23 GMT -5
"One of the benefits of abhorring armor is being light on your feet." Toyne said, a smile with boyish charm spreading as he recognized the young Targaryen woman. "A pleasure to see you again Lady Elseyris. I trust you have recovered from last night's festivities?" "Abhorring is a strong word, it is handy for keeping one's insides where they were meant to be," giggled Elseyris. "It's a pleasure to see you too. I am recovered, yes. I must have had too much wine, as I seem to remember dancing with a charming gentleman I barely knew!" she said, playfully. "And yourself? I trust you are not suffering any ill effects?" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 23:57:28 GMT -5
"I suppose the trick is to avoid situations where your insides have a chance of being on the outside." he quipped.
"I do hope you got this charming gentleman's name." he said, playing along. "He sounds like a worthy diversion."
"I have never been better, my dear. Practice breeds tolerance."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 0:12:06 GMT -5
"I suppose the trick is to avoid situations where your insides have a chance of being on the outside." he quipped. "I do hope you got this charming gentleman's name." he said, playing along. "He sounds like a worthy diversion." "I have never been better, my dear. Practice breeds tolerance." "True, true. And I may have gotten his name, though I was quite distracted by his devilish good looks! I'm glad you are well. I suppose the few extra years makes a difference, you are clearly better made for the party lifestyle than I am!" She glanced at her basket, then back to him. She stepped a little closer; "I recall I owe you a little fly on a dragon with me, and I have some very tasty things in this basket. I was going to have them to myself in the gardens, but it seems we can embark upon a joint venture? I know a lovely little clearing a short dragonback ride from here, where we could enjoy this little picnic, just us? Would that please you, My Lord?" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 5, 2014 0:30:20 GMT -5
"Yet you waste your time talking to me when you could be tracking down this paragon of stealing the heart's of young women?" he asked playfully, in mock-amazement. "I would consider myself blessed were I not so jealous."
"I would hate to intrude on your picnic, my dear, but could not turn down the offer to soar through the air."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 0:35:18 GMT -5
"I didn't know men like you got jealous, I expected you would have scores of lady companions of your own to busy yourself with," she responded, only half joking.
"It wouldn't be an intrusion at all. It would be a pleasure."
She slipped her arm through his, and led him towards the Dragon Pit.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 18:09:52 GMT -5
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Orys stepped out into the hall. He'd changed into nicer clothes, though equally simple to his old. Plain black trousers and red doublet, he looked rather ordinary, with the exception of his silver hair pulled neatly behind his ears.
He looked around. He'd been told to explore more, and so he shall.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 18:21:06 GMT -5
After a while, Orys came across a group of men talking loudly about the hunt. Among them he recognised the Master of Coin.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 18:22:33 GMT -5
Orys pauses to listen for a moment, curious as to what they're saying. He was unaware of any hunt.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 18:30:08 GMT -5
But it seems they are talking about the last hunt they participated in and are discussing plans for a new one at some point.
"Do you remember the time?" and "I thrust it right through his chest" were followed by "I fancy a good boar, myself" and "I'd rather have venison. Best go for the deer."
And then the Master of Coin's favourite hound came sniffing up to Orys and barked at him.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 18:32:15 GMT -5
Orys sighed. Orys was a people person, not an animal person, so he'd never had much luck with animals, aside from Sinner, but that was a dragon.
He made a scooting motion with his had as if to tell the dog to leave him alone.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 18:37:40 GMT -5
But the dog was friendly and tried to put his paws on Orys. Until a sharp voice called out "Down!
Lord Reyne strode over as the dog sat down, and grasped the animal's collar. "Sorry about that. He gets overly enthusiastic from time to time. I'm Lord Reyne." He held out his hand.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 18:39:55 GMT -5
Orys smiled, turning on his charm. "No trouble at all." He shook Reyne's hand with his good arm and said, "I'm Orys Storm."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 18:53:21 GMT -5
Lord Reyne's handshake was brisk. "What happened to your arm? Were you wounded in battle?"
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 18:56:36 GMT -5
Orys laughed. "No, I haven't the luck of getting to the battlefield yet. This was the result of a foolish mistake on my part." He'd best not let on the truth behind his injury. He decided to change the subject, "So, my lord, I haven't seen you much around the court. Your position must keep you busy."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 19:01:00 GMT -5
"It does. I tend to keep to my duties and my own friends and the officials I deal with. You have the Targaryen look, though, so I'd guess you are one of the bastard seeds? I cannot claim to know you either."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 19:04:06 GMT -5
Orys nodded and grinned. He was used to being called a bastard. "Yes, I am a bastard," he said, "I'm the natural born son of Gaemon Targaryen and Sallei Penrose."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 19:30:28 GMT -5
"Ah. Lady Taena's brother then. Strange I've not seen you about though. Are you not often at the Red Keep?"
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 19:43:19 GMT -5
Orys shrugged. "Not far past the entrance, in truth. My time is mostly in spent in the yard or the Dragon Pit these days. What time I do spend in the court is spent mingling among the minor lords and ladies who've come to King's Landing."
Orys was generally well liked among the courtiers of low rank or importance, but had little dealing with the likes of the Small Council or members of great houses.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 19:54:03 GMT -5
"I see. Well, you are blood of the dragon. You might rise high in the king's favour some day. The king's bastard sons and brothers are among the most respected men of the court. Why should you not be one of them?" Lord Reyne suggested. "A pity you did not make it to the war, though."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 19:59:17 GMT -5
Orys grinned. A pity he didn't make it to war, to bleed and to hurt, to walk through mud and shit, the hears the screams of dying men. A shame indeed. In truth, he actually had been hoping to get to wage war, but from dragonback only or from over a map. He didn't care for rubbing shoulders with the common levies.
"Well, I'm only supposed to be impaired for six weeks if the Grand Maester is to be believed. If I'm lucky, there will be some sparrows left to hunt."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 20:13:02 GMT -5
"Perhaps. Though I've reason to believe this may be the final push. What will you do in the meantime?" Reyne asked. "I imagine it will be difficult for you to spend your time resting."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 20:17:47 GMT -5
Orys shrugged. He actually hadn't considered it. He wouldn't be able to spend anytime in the yard. "Well, I suppose I'll still go to the Dragon Pit," he started, "But as for the rest of my time, I'm not sure." He considered it for a moment, "There's never a dull moment in King's Landing or in the court. Something will occupy my time."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 20:20:22 GMT -5
"Let us hope so. I hope you will let me know if I can be of service to you." He thought for a moment. "You could still fly your dragon, perhaps? No man without a dragon would venture unaccompanied to the dragon pit. So if you can fly, you can still serve the king."
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too