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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 11:41:14 GMT -5
August, 98 AL
It was a fair day in Sunspear (as were most days in Dorne, south of the mountains and close to the sea). Visenya enjoyed the fresh smell of salt air and the sea breeze that swept in along the long open galleries that connected the various wings of the palace. Trystane was off doing official things somewhere, probably arguing with his mother, and little Elia was taking her afternoon nap. Gods knew where Morys was. He had been a moody child and despite what she had hoped, he had never grown out of it. Her daughter...Visenya smiled at the thought. She was growing into such a lovely girl. Certainly she was at her studies.
Visenya continued among the columns, enjoying the respectful nods and courtesies she recieved from those she passed. Being the paramour of the Prince of Dorne was almost as good as being Princess. Almost.
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 17, 2014 11:51:05 GMT -5
It was a fair day in Sunspear (as were most days in Dorne, south of the mountains and close to the sea). Visenya enjoyed the fresh smell of salt air and the sea breeze that swept in along the long open galleries that connected the various wings of the palace. Trystane was off doing official things somewhere, probably arguing with his mother, and little Elia was taking her afternoon nap. Gods knew where Morys was. He had been a moody child and despite what she had hoped, he had never grown out of it. Her daughter...Visenya smiled at the thought. She was growing into such a lovely girl. Certainly she was at her studies. Visenya continued among the columns, enjoying the respectful nods and courtesies she recieved from those she passed. Being the paramour of the Prince of Dorne was almost as good as being Princess. Almost. It was then that she ran into her fellow dragonrider, Lord Elyas Dryland, walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. He noticed her, and his already unamused visage did not change, although he favoured her with a curt nod as he neared. "Good day, Lady Visenya." |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 12:04:49 GMT -5
"Good day, Lord Elyas," she said, casting a charming smile upon him despite his dour expression. "How are you this fine afternoon? How fares your lady wife?" There was no love lost between them, not since that fateful night just before the sacking of Yronwood and Wyl. The fate of all those in the castles...especially her mother...oh, it still chilled Visenya's blood. Baratheon's promise had been kept. And Elyas had refused her. Only one other man had done so, and he was long dead now, at the hands of that murderous Rhaena.
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 17, 2014 12:11:26 GMT -5
"Good day, Lord Elyas," she said, casting a charming smile upon him despite his dour expression. "How are you this fine afternoon? How fares your lady wife?" There was no love lost between them, not since that fateful night just before the sacking of Yronwood and Wyl. The fate of all those in the castles...especially her mother...oh, it still chilled Visenya's blood. Baratheon's promise had been kept. And Elyas had refused her. Only one other man had done so, and he was long dead now, at the hands of that murderous Rhaena. "My wife is very well, thank you. I hope to rejoin her in Vaith shortly." Elyas replied, not smiling but lightening his expression into one of grim neutrality rather than absolute dourness. "And how is Prince Trystane? Well I pray?" There was a hint of disapproval in the way Elyas voiced his questions, but it lurked beneath the surface rather than facing Visenya openly. |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 12:26:50 GMT -5
Visenya toyed with a long loose tendril of hair that hung over her shoulder. "He is most well, thank you. He dotes on his daughter so. It is a pity she cannot yet take his name, which she should have been born to."
"Do give Lady Catelyn my regards. We so miss her here at court. I know Trystane...Prince Trystane, I mean...would love to see her. We were all fond of Myriah, may she rest in peace."
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 17, 2014 12:36:52 GMT -5
Visenya toyed with a long loose tendril of hair that hung over her shoulder. "He is most well, thank you. He dotes on his daughter so. It is a pity she cannot yet take his name, which she should have been born to." "Do give Lady Catelyn my regards. We so miss her here at court. I know Trystane...Prince Trystane, I mean...would love to see her. We were all fond of Myriah, may she rest in peace." Elyas' mouth taughtened at the corners. "Her death was a travesty, my lady. As were the deaths of all who were taken by that cursed plague." The Lord of Vaith's eyes watered as he spoke, having lost his firstborn son to the blight. "But Houses Martell and Vaith lost so much more than seems just. I am sure you were devastated by the untimely death of your lord husband. Such a tragedy." Elyas shook his head sadly. "I have heard it said that he seemed to be on the road to recovery as well. A travesty truly that he was taken by the Stranger in the prime of his life." Elyas said nothing about passing on Visenya's good wishes to Catelyn, nor did he express any sympathy for Visenya's daughter, as one might expect a fellow bastard would. |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 12:53:15 GMT -5
Elyas' mouth taughtened at the corners. "Her death was a travesty, my lady. As were the deaths of all who were taken by that cursed plague." The Lord of Vaith's eyes watered as he spoke, having lost his firstborn son to the blight. "But Houses Martell and Vaith lost so much more than seems just. I am sure you were devastated by the untimely death of your lord husband. Such a tragedy." Elyas shook his head sadly. "I have heard it said that he seemed to be on the road to recovery as well. A travesty truly that he was taken by the Stranger in the prime of his life." Elyas said nothing about passing on Visenya's good wishes to Catelyn, nor did he express any sympathy for Visenya's daughter, as one might expect a fellow bastard would. "He merely lost his will to live after our youngest passed. My dear Quentyn fought so hard to be there for our children, but alas..." she cast her eyes downward in an expression of sadness and regret. "No family was spared and it was the smallest and dearest to our heart that the gods chose to take." She still did not follow the Seven, but she kept her worship of the foreign Valyrian gods quiet so as not to offend. With her silvery hair and dragon she was already easily marked as an outsider, despite her heritage and adherence to Dornish culture. She looked up at Elyas after a moment through her long dark eyelashes. "I am so glad that the Prince and I were able to comfort eachother in our time of sorrow, just as you and Lady Catelyn surely clung to eachother in the wake of your losses." |
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 17, 2014 13:02:45 GMT -5
Elyas' mouth taughtened at the corners. "Her death was a travesty, my lady. As were the deaths of all who were taken by that cursed plague." The Lord of Vaith's eyes watered as he spoke, having lost his firstborn son to the blight. "But Houses Martell and Vaith lost so much more than seems just. I am sure you were devastated by the untimely death of your lord husband. Such a tragedy." Elyas shook his head sadly. "I have heard it said that he seemed to be on the road to recovery as well. A travesty truly that he was taken by the Stranger in the prime of his life." Elyas said nothing about passing on Visenya's good wishes to Catelyn, nor did he express any sympathy for Visenya's daughter, as one might expect a fellow bastard would. "He merely lost his will to live after our youngest passed. My dear Quentyn fought so hard to be there for our children, but alas..." she cast her eyes downward in an expression of sadness and regret. "No family was spared and it was the smallest and dearest to our heart that the gods chose to take." She still did not follow the Seven, but she kept her worship of the foreign Valyrian gods quiet so as not to offend. With her silvery hair and dragon she was already easily marked as an outsider, despite her heritage and adherence to Dornish culture. She looked up at Elyas after a moment through her long dark eyelashes. "I am so glad that the Prince and I were able to comfort eachother in our time of sorrow, just as you and Lady Catelyn surely clung to eachother in the wake of your losses." Elyas nodded. "I am sorry to hear that, I understand your pain, my lady. We too lost our youngest child." Elyas was quiet for a minute, and his mouth turned downward and his eyes looked unfocused past Visenya as he thought. "My wife was struck by the plague as well. Not a day passes I do not thank the gods for sparing her. If she had..." Elyas looked as if he was about to say more, until he remembered he was speaking to Visenya. His face hardened and he blinked his eyes several times to dispel the tears that had been building. He stared straight at her as he spoke, and he delivered his next comment quite pointedly. "Well, you can be sure she needed much comforting after Myriah's death." |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 15:46:14 GMT -5
"He merely lost his will to live after our youngest passed. My dear Quentyn fought so hard to be there for our children, but alas..." she cast her eyes downward in an expression of sadness and regret. "No family was spared and it was the smallest and dearest to our heart that the gods chose to take." She still did not follow the Seven, but she kept her worship of the foreign Valyrian gods quiet so as not to offend. With her silvery hair and dragon she was already easily marked as an outsider, despite her heritage and adherence to Dornish culture. She looked up at Elyas after a moment through her long dark eyelashes. "I am so glad that the Prince and I were able to comfort eachother in our time of sorrow, just as you and Lady Catelyn surely clung to eachother in the wake of your losses." Elyas nodded. "I am sorry to hear that, I understand your pain, my lady. We too lost our youngest child."Â Elyas was quiet for a minute, and his mouth turned downward and his eyes looked unfocused past Visenya as he thought. "My wife was struck by the plague as well. Not a day passes I do not thank the gods for sparing her. If she had..." Elyas looked as if he was about to say more, until he remembered he was speaking to Visenya. His face hardened and he blinked his eyes several times to dispel the tears that had been building. He stared straight at her as he spoke, and he delivered his next comment quite pointedly. "Well, you can be sure she needed much comforting after Myriah's death."Â The emotion and sadness in his words was palpable to Visenya. She almost clasped his hands in sympathy before they seemed to realize at the same moment their deep dislike of eachother. "As I did after my husband's," she said simply, with a quick shrug of her shoulders, as though it was clear that a good fucking by a handsome, high-ranking man was the only logical cure for any ill. "I am pleased to hear that she recovered, though. I did not know she had fallen ill, but I am glad you were spared the hardship of watching her fade day after day." |
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 17, 2014 15:55:27 GMT -5
Elyas nodded. "I am sorry to hear that, I understand your pain, my lady. We too lost our youngest child." Elyas was quiet for a minute, and his mouth turned downward and his eyes looked unfocused past Visenya as he thought. "My wife was struck by the plague as well. Not a day passes I do not thank the gods for sparing her. If she had..." Elyas looked as if he was about to say more, until he remembered he was speaking to Visenya. His face hardened and he blinked his eyes several times to dispel the tears that had been building. He stared straight at her as he spoke, and he delivered his next comment quite pointedly. "Well, you can be sure she needed much comforting after Myriah's death." The emotion and sadness in his words was palpable to Visenya. She almost clasped his hands in sympathy before they seemed to realize at the same moment their deep dislike of eachother. "As I did after my husband's," she said simply, with a quick shrug of her shoulders, as though it was clear that a good fucking by a handsome, high-ranking man was the only logical cure for any ill. "I am pleased to hear that she recovered, though. I did not know she had fallen ill, but I am glad you were spared the hardship of watching her fade day after day." "It is not something that I speak of often." Elyas replied. He appeared unsure of what to say to Visenya, as he could not voice his true opinion of her quick transition to Trystane. "Do you know if the services of our dragons will be required in the near future? Prince Trystane was not very forthcoming with me in our brief meeting." He asked, changing the subject. |
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 17, 2014 16:15:26 GMT -5
The sun was bright and high in the sky, shining down onto the yellow sands and glittering off the waves around the city of sunspear. The wind blew gently for most, and the smell of sea salt and baking ground was all about this land apart from the smells coming from within and without the city walls.
Morys closed his eyes a moment as the wind rushed all around him, breathing slowly as he felt the warmth of the sun and the strong breeze whipping his hair to and fro. He opened his steel grey eyes, mixes of white and blue, and the blinding gold of the sun, was all he could see as he smiled, looking down to Typhon, and the city that stretched below.
He loved days like this, days where he could simply ride with Typhon, and enjoy the feeling of being so high in the air, that all below seemed so small.
"Alright then, Typhon..." Morys said as he held the reigns of his dragon, signalling he wanted them to descend, "Let's head down, start making our way back."
The dragon gave a small and breif roar, showing it had heard him as it began to fold its outstretched red wings inside, its speed increasing as is began to descend and morys pulling himself closer to his dragons back, wind now blowing his hair and pushing his face back. He loved the feeling, and as they began to get closer towards the old palace, Morys tugged on the reigns lightly, having his dragon ease its descent as it stretched its wings once more, going from a quick dive into a simple soaring glide around the palace, heading to a good place to land.
"That's right, Typhon. Take us down nice and easy..." Morys said to his dragon, taking in the sight of the palace once more as the two glided down for a landing.
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 17, 2014 16:26:54 GMT -5
The sun was bright and high in the sky, shining down onto the yellow sands and glittering off the waves around the city of sunspear. The wind blew gently for most, and the smell of sea salt and baking ground was all about this land apart from the smells coming from within and without the city walls. Morys closed his eyes a moment as the wind rushed all around him, breathing slowly as he felt the warmth of the sun and the strong breeze whipping his hair to and fro. He opened his steel grey eyes, mixes of white and blue, and the blinding gold of the sun, was all he could see as he smiled, looking down to Typhon, and the city that stretched below. He loved days like this, days where he could simply ride with Typhon, and enjoy the feeling of being so high in the air, that all below seemed so small. "Alright then, Typhon..." Morys said as he held the reigns of his dragon, signalling he wanted them to descend, "Let's head down, start making our way back." The dragon gave a small and breif roar, showing it had heard him as it began to fold its outstretched red wings inside, its speed increasing as is began to descend and morys pulling himself closer to his dragons back, wind now blowing his hair and pushing his face back. He loved the feeling, and as they began to get closer towards the old palace, Morys tugged on the reigns lightly, having his dragon ease its descent as it stretched its wings once more, going from a quick dive into a simple soaring glide around the palace, heading to a good place to land. "That's right, Typhon. Take us down nice and easy..." Morys said to his dragon, taking in the sight of the palace once more as the two glided down for a landing. Hearing a dragon roar Elyas started and his hand went to the blade at his side, his eyes darting to Visenya. He hurried to the window of the corridor and looked up in the sky. It took him a moment to recognize the descending dragon, at which point he relaxed his grip on his sword. He massaged the shoulder that had been burned by Vandaras absentmindedly as he turned back to Visenya. "I see your son is returning to the city. To this day the sound of a dragon in the skies above Sunspear strikes me as unnatural. Particularly in light of how much was sacrificed to keep the beasts out. I am sure I am not the only one who feels that way." |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 16:34:15 GMT -5
"Not I," she agreed, though she did find herself justifying her relationship with the prince much more often than she wished. It seemed Sunspear was filled with naysayers ready to whisper the worst about Visenya Targaryen.
"I'm not sure. The patrols have been less and less frequent of late." And they were, too. She worried that they would be unprepared, lulled into complacency in the years since Wyl and Yronwood had been lost.
The great wing beats of a dragon outlined against the sun signaled the arrival of her son on the back of his dragon Typhon. She smiled, pleased that even here, in this desert, her blood still flew above the heads of common men."Shall we greet my son Morys? Lord Morys?" He was a lord now, after all, a fact so easy to forget since he was a mere boy still at the age of sixteen. She smiled at Elyas, amused that he was still made nervous by dragons when he was himself a dragon rider.
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 17, 2014 16:47:22 GMT -5
"Not I," she agreed, though she did find herself justifying her relationship with the prince much more often than she wished. It seemed Sunspear was filled with naysayers ready to whisper the worst about Visenya Targaryen. "I'm not sure. The patrols have been less and less frequent of late." And they were, too. She worried that they would be unprepared, lulled into complacency in the years since Wyl and Yronwood had been lost. The great wing beats of a dragon outlined against the sun signaled the arrival of her son on the back of his dragon Typhon. She smiled, pleased that even here, in this desert, her blood still flew above the heads of common men."Shall we greet my son Morys? Lord Morys?" He was a lord now, after all, a fact so easy to forget since he was a mere boy still at the age of sixteen. She smiled at Elyas, amused that he was still made nervous by dragons when he was himself a dragon rider. "I am sure you would rather greet him alone, my lady." Elyas replied, well aware that he would be an unwelcome intruder in a family moment, especially the moment of a family that did not care for him personally as far as he was aware. "I was just on my way from the city in any event, I will accompany you to the dragons if you wish, and then take my leave." |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 18, 2014 0:59:59 GMT -5
She shrugged. "We are all three dragonriders. We should be friendlier with eachother, since it will be from our families that Dorne's dragonriders will forever descend. You have a daughter, yes? Perhaps she could be wed to Morys." She made no mention of offering her daughter for any sons he might have. Maekar's daughter was forever in a seperate category from her other children. "And when your dragons are larger, they can mate Silverwing and provide dragons for the subsequent generations. Yes, we should be closer."
She turned, and, pausing a moment to be sure he was coming along, began to walk toward the great dome where dragons were kept when their riders were in Sunspear.
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 18, 2014 3:00:14 GMT -5
Morys continued to slowly circle the old palace, slowing in speed and gently gliding towards the great dome. With a few mighty beats of its wings, it touched down in front of the entrance to the dragons holding area.
"Good typhon, nice and easy." Morys said as the dragon knelt down, letting him slowly undo the harness that kept him on his dragon. Morys wore a sleeveless robe of brown colored leather over his tan colored robes, his coppery gold belt the only sign of his wealth to speak of as he finally managed to dismount Typhon. He held onto his dragons reigns, looking to the dome as he guided Typhon into the dome, using his free hand to stroke his dragons back scales. "You'll have to stay here for a bit. But don't worry...sure you'll have plenty of nice cooked food to eat." he said jokingly, his dragon not making much noise outside of a gentle gurgle as it pressed its neck towards his hand, wanting him to keep scratching it.
He arrived to Typhons holding area, as Morys called it, and paused a moment as he took it all in. It wasn't that complicated an idea really, it was similar to how a horse stable would be run, if one accounted for horses who could fly, and breath fire. There was a harness of heavy chain, desinged to be wrapped around the dragon similar to a riders one, to make sure the dragon could not break free of it. The chains were anchored to the ground, given enough room to offer a lot of movement, though not enough to fly or run. It was like a stable, and morys didn't like how much like a stable it was.
His grip tightened on the reigns a moment as a frown played upon his face, before he worked to push it down. This was the way things had to be, even if he didn't like it. He was some ways away from whitesand, and in sunspear, you had to obey the rules of sunspear and the greater martells, as Morys called them. He relaxed his grip as he tried to put on a brave face for Typhon.
"Come on then, lets get you...set up here. Make sure we all can get something nice to eat while we're here." Morys said as he guided Typhon to the dragon restraints, grunting a bit as he picked them up and began to attach them to Typhon, the dragon not really protesting as his rider got to work securing him.
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 18, 2014 12:17:58 GMT -5
She shrugged. "We are all three dragonriders. We should be friendlier with eachother, since it will be from our families that Dorne's dragonriders will forever descend. You have a daughter, yes? Perhaps she could be wed to Morys." She made no mention of offering her daughter for any sons he might have. Maekar's daughter was forever in a seperate category from her other children. "And when your dragons are larger, they can mate Silverwing and provide dragons for the subsequent generations. Yes, we should be closer." She turned, and, pausing a moment to be sure he was coming along, began to walk toward the great dome where dragons were kept when their riders were in Sunspear. Elyas shook his head. "My daughter is the heir to Vaith. She will be the lady of Vaith when I pass, not subservient to your offspring." Elyas said, leaving no room for negotiation. He moved to follow Visenya. "Your dragon-breeding offer has more to recommend it. Perhaps we can discuss it further in the future." |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 18, 2014 12:38:02 GMT -5
Visenya shrugged. "Targaryens often wed brother to sister to keep the bloodline strong and pure. I worry that subsequent generations will not have the fire in their blood necessary to tame the dragons. Perhaps, even if she were not to marry him, she might bear him a child or two?" She smiled at him sweetly. "For the blood."
Before long they were at the place of the dragons. "Morys!" Visenya called. She could just make him out next to Typhon, the great red dragon that belonged to her son. "Did you have a good flight?"
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 18, 2014 12:42:26 GMT -5
Visenya shrugged. "Targaryens often wed brother to sister to keep the bloodline strong and pure. I worry that subsequent generations will not have the fire in their blood necessary to tame the dragons. Perhaps, even if she were not to marry him, she might bear him a child or two?" She smiled at him sweetly. "For the blood." Before long they were at the place of the dragons. "Morys!" Visenya called. She could just make him out next to Typhon, the great red dragon that belonged to her son. "Did you have a good flight?" "I think it would be best if you avoided making such proposals to me again, my lady. I don't doubt that you Targaryens may feel differently about such matters, but I find your comment derogatory of my daughter." Elyas said, with a scowl. He followed her in silence, looking unhappy with the fact that they shared a destination. |
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 18, 2014 13:09:22 GMT -5
Visenya shrugged. "Targaryens often wed brother to sister to keep the bloodline strong and pure. I worry that subsequent generations will not have the fire in their blood necessary to tame the dragons. Perhaps, even if she were not to marry him, she might bear him a child or two?" She smiled at him sweetly. "For the blood." Before long they were at the place of the dragons. "Morys!" Visenya called. She could just make him out next to Typhon, the great red dragon that belonged to her son. "Did you have a good flight?" Morys turned to see his mother Visenya approaching, Lord Elyas Dryland in tow, just as he managed to secure the last of the chains. He blinked in surprise, not having expected to see the two together, and gave a respected bow to both. "It was an enjoyable flight, mother. Thank you for asking." He said with a short bow as he rose, giving a small smile as he spoke, "Typhon and I both enjoyed it." he said looking back to typhon, who didn't seem at all to be enjoying himself now that he was chained up in this dome. Morys then looked to Elyas, giving a short bow as well to the older man, "Lord Elyas Dryland. I hadn't expected to meet you here so soon." he said, holding the bow for a bit before he rose back up, is face calm and neutral. He'd flown with the man before, well, under him more like it, as a scout. He had to admire him a bit, the man had shown to be good in combat, and from what he'd heard, he was also a good lord of vaith as well, for the most part. "It is good to see you, none the less." He said as he put his hands behind his back, holding them together as he stood with his back straight, looking between the two, "Truth be told, I had hoped my arrival would attract...a bit less attention." he said, hands fidgeting a bit as his mind searched for words. |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 18, 2014 13:11:56 GMT -5
"I beg your pardon, my lord. Most Dornishmen have no qualms concerning paramours and their offspring." She turned away from him, shading her eyes against the glaring midday sun to watch her son dismount and chain his dragon. "I do worry what happens when the blood thins. You and I are only half Targaryen ourselves, and our children less than that. How long before the blood is too dilute and the dragons no longer come to Dornishmen at all?"
She smiled as her son joined them, pleased with the military bearing his years of training had given him. Quentyn would certainly be proud. She wondered what he would have been like had he been Maekar's son. A good deal taller, to be certain, and fairer, and...she sighed. Morys was a good lad. "Nonsense, of course you've attracted our attention. We are both pleased with the progress you and Typhon have made of late. You will be a dragonrider to be remembered." She smiled fondly at him, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 18, 2014 13:25:00 GMT -5
"I beg your pardon, my lord. Most Dornishmen have no qualms concerning paramours and their offspring." She turned away from him, shading her eyes against the glaring midday sun to watch her son dismount and chain his dragon. "I do worry what happens when the blood thins. You and I are only half Targaryen ourselves, and our children less than that. How long before the blood is too dilute and the dragons no longer come to Dornishmen at all?" "Then Dorne will resist the Targaryens conventionally as they have always done. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. Do you forget the house words of your former husband and his brother so easily? They were not idly chosen." Elyas replied. "My daughter will not father bastards for you. I will not become the very thing I have fought against all of my life." He ceased his speech as they approached Morys, and wiped the scowl from his face, assuming the same neutral expression he had opted for at the beginning of his conversation with Visenya. "Lord Morys." He said in way of reply to the Lord's greeting. "Well met. I was just on my way from the city. You would have found me here no matter how you made your entrance." |
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 18, 2014 13:46:48 GMT -5
"Thank you mother. It...that means a lot to me, thank you." Morys said, a slight blush developing on him, "I just hope you have had an enjoyable time as well."
His blush didn't fade when lord elyas spoke up next. "Ah, well that's good then. I wish you safe travels, Lord Elyas." he said, feeling a bit flustered as he tried to not think of the conversation he had managed to overhear parts of. His eyes went to the ground a moment, thumb pressing against his palm behind his back. He really didn't like being anywhere near the center of any attention.
"I hope your family is doing well, I wish them good will as well." He said to elyas, a courteous smile on his face as he did so and an earnest look in his eyes, "My lord...before you go, might I trouble you for a bit of your time?"
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Jun 18, 2014 13:52:13 GMT -5
"Thank you mother. It...that means a lot to me, thank you." Morys said, a slight blush developing on him, "I just hope you have had an enjoyable time as well." His blush didn't fade when lord elyas spoke up next. "Ah, well that's good then. I wish you safe travels, Lord Elyas." he said, feeling a bit flustered as he tried to not think of the conversation he had managed to overhear parts of. His eyes went to the ground a moment, thumb pressing against his palm behind his back. He really didn't like being anywhere near the center of any attention. "I hope your family is doing well, I wish them good will as well." He said to elyas, a courteous smile on his face as he did so and an earnest look in his eyes, "My lord...before you go, might I trouble you for a bit of your time?" Elyas did not appear overly pleased by the consistent interest being shown in his family by first the woman who had tried to make him forsake his marriage vows, and next her child, but he realized he could not hold it against the boy. The brief scowl that had crossed his face passed, and he forced a thin lipped smile onto his visage. "Thank you Lord Morys, that is most kind of you." He glanced at Visenya. "I am in no great rush to leave, but I would be loath to disturb your lady mother's welcome." |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 18, 2014 14:09:19 GMT -5
Visenya's mouth narrowed. What could her son possibly have to say to Lord Dryland? "I will see to Silverwing, if you wish to be left alone." She would have a full account of it later, that was certain. With a last sharp look at Morys, she walked away, her sheer white gown billowing behind her.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too