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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 10:59:14 GMT -5
Taena Storm's room, close to the rooms of the Princess Dowager. The room is small and well-furnished though fairly plain. Taena doesn't have many possessions except her clothing and her weapons.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 11:05:37 GMT -5
It had been some time since Orys last saw his sister, most of his time was spent in the Dragon Pit and in the yard, and decided it was time to pay her a visit. He was dressed simply, in a gray doublet and black breeches. He'd cleaned for the occasion, and his hair was combed and fell neatly to his shoulders. He knocked on the door and waited.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 11:29:32 GMT -5
Taena opened the door herself. She was off duty from her time with the Princess Dowager, for now, and was busy making arrows for her bow. She hugged Orys with a fierce hold. "Sweet brother! I've missed you! You spend far too much time in the dragonpit."
Her dragon, Victory, was curled up on Taena's bed, since he was still too small to be ridden. He opened his eyes as Orys appeared but made no other move.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 11:40:30 GMT -5
Orys smiled and laughed, returning the hug in kind. "Dear sister, I've no other choice. Sinner has grown much to large to sleep by my side like Victory does for you." He disentangled himself and looked around the room. It had all the trappings of standard bed chambers. He looked back at his sister.
"So, how has life been treating you?" He asked.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 11:42:05 GMT -5
"Well enough. Grandmother is most kind, though she won't care for anything to say that of her. So don't tell her I said it." She giggled. "Have you thought about joining the war effort? It would please Uncle Maegor, probably."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 11:46:30 GMT -5
Orys nodded. "In truth, I've thought of it. I'm eager to prove myself in something grander than a tavern brawl. Though, I'm unsure of where I'd be of use."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 12:20:13 GMT -5
"You might ask the King's permission to go and he shall send you where he wishes," Taena remarked. "I could be of use with my bow, I do not doubt, but I dare not as long as Victory is so small?"
The dragon sent a small puff of flame into the air, which quickly blew out.
"But a bastard can rise high in this family, if they only try."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 12:26:45 GMT -5
Orys grinned at the sight of the dragon. "You're right, sister. I suppose I should request an audience with the king, then?" Orys laughed. "Hopefully he has time for me. The war must be driving him wild." Orys moved towards the door, and looked back at Taena. "Goodbye, little sister."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 12:31:02 GMT -5
She smiled at him as she picked up the arrow she was working on.
"If the King does not see you, I expect you could ask the queen, or Grandmother Laena to give you permission to go. It's not like anyone will stop you, after all."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 12:40:31 GMT -5
Orys thought on it a moment. "You might be right. I suspect his grace might be quite busy. Do you know where either of them are now? You're more familiar with them then I."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 12:52:39 GMT -5
"Grandmother has gone to visit Vermilion in the Dragonpit. If you've come from there you have missed her. Her Grace trains in the yard most every day. So that is where you might find the queen at this time," she replied.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 12:55:42 GMT -5
Orys smiled and nodded. "Thank you, sister. I'll be off. I might try my luck with the queen first." He turned and exited the room. Shutting the door behind him.
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