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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 14:08:14 GMT -5
Gerion snorted, his point proven. And then turned back to his wife and the Ironborn girl. "Heh. Ladies are good for taking the coin from a man's pocket and complaining about anything and everything. I swear, that stupid carriage of yours cost a fortune and all because you can't ride a horse without it wandering off whenever it feels like it" he said to his wife.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 14:08:45 GMT -5
The boy hovered for a moment, his mouth opened. It seemed for an infinite second as if there were a coin in mid-air, flipping endlessly, heads or tails... His mouth closed. And he hurried away. Ser Oswyn, heir to Storm's End, had been paying his respects to Lord Dondarrion when he noted the predicament his brother had found himself in. It seemed the foal had wandered into a lion's den. He excused himself from the lightning lord's presence and made his way over, striding with the hubris of a freshly made knight. So it was that as his brother turned to flee, he nearly collided with another party guest, this one kin. Though only four years his elder, Oswyn already towered over his younger brother, a short beard in contrast to his brother's patchy one and muscle where his brother had only sinew. Noting his brother's distress with concern, he placed a protective hand on his shoulder and knelt down so they were eye level. "What troubles you?" he asked, ushering his brother away from the group at a more measured pace. |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 14:10:28 GMT -5
He took a mug and nodded with a smile. "You are most right, we are here to celebrate a marriage, a union under the seven. I see no reason we can not partake in the merriment." after takeing a drink of the ale, he asked. "And how bears your well being, and that of your wife and son?" Ser Malcolm took a drink too, before answering. He glanced over to where his beloved wife was seated, talking with the wife to the lord of House Coldwater, while trying her best to keep Robert seated next to her which didn't look to be an easy task while holding a conversation. He decided to take the boy from her hands when he had finished talking with Lord Tully. "Times are good for my entire family. Robert is growing up fast, and I pray to the Mother that she'll bring me and Amya more children in the days ahead. And I am looking forward to test my skills against the rest of the knights of the realm at the tourney." "Ah yes, we are all wishing to put our lance to the test are we not? To see if all that training has come in use. I am glad for the well being of your family Ser Malcolm, truly." He smiles. |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 14:13:39 GMT -5
Harold could not help look to the Ironborn and the Lannisters conversing, he looked over to his conversation partner but still wary of the ones in the room. "Indeed, If you feel u to it." Jen smiled then caught the gaze of the Tully on her and excused herself. "Is there a reason you are staring?" She asked joining Tully and Royce. Harold tilts his head slightly. "Simply looking over the party, the exchange between the Lord Lannister, his wife and yourself seemed to be of an innocent interest to me, nothing more." He smiles kindly to the Ironborn woman. "And who do I have the honor of speaking too?" |
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 14:14:01 GMT -5
"Oswyn," Quenton sighs softly with a strong relief, his eyes still wide from his recent experience. He walks with him to a quieter area of the room.
"That man, Lord Lannister, he's a cunt." He whispers conspiratorially, putting great emphasis on the last word, enjoying its feel.
"He said father wasn't a real man. I nearly told him, I nearly..." He chokes, though whether through anger or tears it is difficult to tell.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 14:14:42 GMT -5
"Jennae Willfyre" Jen answered. "And you are?"
She ignored the Lannister woman now
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 14:19:29 GMT -5
Ser Lorren stood at the edge of the Far Reach group, as distant from his brother as ever. His wife, he noted without much interest, was deep in discussion with one of the other ladies who had accompanied the group. Knowing that it would take some time for the absence of a quiet man such as himself to be noticed, he forrayed forward into the crowd in search of the sweet reminder of home, arbor red. It would, he hoped, temporarily relieve his boredom.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 14:20:27 GMT -5
"Jennae Willfyre" Jen answered. "And you are?" She ignored the Lannister woman now "Ser Harold Tully, a pleasure." He would bow to the woman, out of respect, "I hope the sea's were calm on your travels here, did you sail in Ironman's Bay? I hear the storms are harsh recently." He looks to her keeping his smile. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 14:24:42 GMT -5
"Ah yes, we are all wishing to put our lance to the test are we not? To see if all that training has come in use. I am glad for the well being of your family Ser Malcolm, truly." He smiles. "Thank you, my lord. I hear that you just had a son of your own, did you not?" he said, and looked as he was going to continue saying something when a woman came up to them and spoke to them. He looked a little puzzled as he hadn't been looking at her at all, so he wasn't sure what she was going on about, maybe the woman had had a little to much to drink, it was common knowledge that women couldn't handle drinking as well as men. "Excuse me, my lady, but I think you have mistaken. I am sure that you are a lovely lady, but both me and my friend are married and would never let our eye stray." he began saying when he was cut off by Tully whom began chatting with her. |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 14:25:00 GMT -5
"Storms are always harsh." Jen said with a smile. "No matter where you are, but they can be weathered. That is the beauty of the sea, do you not think?"
"I do not think I am mistaken." She turned to Royce. "Ser Tully here was watching as I spoke with the Lions. Why would I care if you were married or not?"
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 14:28:01 GMT -5
Gerion helped himself to another glass of Arbor red, this time forgetting to grope the bottom of the woman serving him. He frowned as he saw the red-haired, Tully man chatting to his would-be conquest.
Absently he ran a warrior's eye over the man, approving of his athletic appearance. The beard was a mistake of course, merely providing an anchoring point for any assault on the face but he might provide some sport.
"You're Cedric's son aren't you?" he interrupted thoughtlessly. "I was sorry to hear about what happened him. He was a good fighter" he said grudgingly, no doubt intended as high praise.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 14:29:21 GMT -5
He looks to his Royce speaking partner. "Ah, I will admit I was looking in that direction, but not for that matter." He looks back to the woman.
"I have had a love for the sea since a young age. It does take a keen eye to understand her, to know when the storms start, and when the winds blow." He looks to her with a soft smile.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 14:29:39 GMT -5
"Oswyn," Quenton sighs softly with a strong relief, his eyes still wide from his recent experience. He walks with him to a quieter area of the room. "That man, Lord Lannister, he's a cunt." He whispers conspiratorially, putting great emphasis on the last word, enjoying its feel. "He said father wasn't a real man. I nearly told him, I nearly..." He chokes, though whether through anger or tears it is difficult to tell. Oswyn managed to barely stifle a laugh at his brother's crass response, a wide grin spreading on his face instead. "That is hardly a secret." he replied, in the same conspiratorial tone "Do not trouble yourself with what Lord Gerion says. He would not know what a real man looks like, were their likeness not imprinted upon all those gold coins he cherishes so. Lord Gerion is a small man that plays at lord the same as a child plays at knight...simply a jackal with a mane, puffing up his chest to better look the part." he continued, attempting to calm what he judge to be the trademark mercurial temper of his house welling up in his brother. "He'll be a Baratheon yet." he thought, with a touch of pride. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 14:31:41 GMT -5
Ser Malcolm bowed his head respectfully, but frowned slightly thereafter when the ironborn women spoke about not caring if they were married or not.
"Looks like I was the one making the mistake, my lady. I wasn't keeping enough attention it seems. In the Vale it's not custom to let your eye wonder, at least not when your wife is present." he said and glanced back over to where Amya was seated.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 14:35:32 GMT -5
Gerion helped himself to another glass of Arbor red, this time forgetting to grope the bottom of the woman serving him. He frowned as he saw the red-haired, Tully man chatting to his would-be conquest. Absently he ran a warrior's eye over the man, approving of his athletic appearance. The beard was a mistake of course, merely providing an anchoring point for any assault on the face but he might provide some sport. "You're Cedric's son aren't you?" he interrupted thoughtlessly. "I was sorry to hear about what happened him. He was a good fighter" he said grudgingly, no doubt intended as high praise. Harold blinked as all of a sudden the Lannister Lord was questioning him, "What had happened to my father? And, I thank you....he taught me well." He blinked rather confused, sort of looking around the room. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.