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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 20:05:47 GMT -5
A page summons Baelor up to speak with his father.
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Post by Flex on Aug 8, 2012 20:08:00 GMT -5
Having feared this moment, Baelor put on his best black tunic and breeches, clasped bucket to his belt and made his way to meet with his father.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 20:14:38 GMT -5
Lord Stark sat in a chair naked to the waist. He was shaving his grey beard. The giant room faded into the black, and was alone in the room.
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Post by Flex on Aug 8, 2012 20:17:59 GMT -5
Baelor entered the room, almost pausing when he saw his father sitting there. "Father..." Baelor said, moving to stand in front of his father, far enough to be out of reach. Baelor could not be sure what to expect.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 20:37:15 GMT -5
Edric stood and looked down at his son. The battles from the last war had left many scars on him, and there were several new ones. He studied his son. He tilted his head, and just took the young man in.
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Post by Flex on Aug 8, 2012 20:41:48 GMT -5
Baelor waited a moment, wondering what was wrong with his father. "It is me, father! Baelor; your son!"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 20:51:04 GMT -5
Edric said, "I know who you are." He offered Baelor his hand, "It is good to see you."
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 7:01:46 GMT -5
"And you, father," Baelor replied, studying his father's and suspiciously before taking it.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 9, 2012 8:42:10 GMT -5
Edric as always crushed the hand of who he was shaking with. He never smiled, as Baelor vaguely recalled, "Have these southern suns weakened you beyond usefullness?"
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 9:20:02 GMT -5
"Of course not, father," Baelor answered, trying to keep the pain of his crushed hand from his face. "Derek is teaching me how to use a sword and I am starting strategy lessons soon."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 9, 2012 10:04:00 GMT -5
"There are no callouses on your hand." Edric said.
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 11:18:46 GMT -5
"Yes there are! You just can't see them," Baelor complained, pulling his hands back and putting them in his pocket.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 9, 2012 12:23:32 GMT -5
Edric frowned, "Your mother wanted me to tell you she loved you before I said anything."
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 12:49:43 GMT -5
Baelor paused, looked down, quite surprised. "I... I love mother too. How is she?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 9, 2012 13:13:15 GMT -5
"She is well. Very much the same as before you left." Edric replied.
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