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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 8, 2013 23:53:58 GMT -5
Chuckling,"Thank you, for the flower and your forgiveness." He looked at her and sighed,"I am not as most of my Dornish kin, politics are my love. I plan to aspire in that area."
"The pleasures of other things are secondary to me, but I do appreciate the beauty of things and people." He smiled lightly,"Adrien would love this place...."
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Sept 9, 2013 0:22:56 GMT -5
Joanna nodded. "I am sure you will do well. I find you very easy to talk to, and you know I ah...am shy."
"Who is Adrien, might I ask?"
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 9, 2013 0:30:34 GMT -5
"It is my dream to be exact", he smiled,"and you will be fine. We are both young and have much to learn." He breathed deeply, looking at her"in a few years you will not be shy anymore, you will rule your people of the North with your husband and I hope to still be able to say I have a friend in the North."
He took the flower from behind his ear and felt the petals,"Adrien is my daughter... She is here some where with our Septa. I have not really seen her since we arrived."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 9, 2013 1:16:06 GMT -5
Aurane smiled to himself. "I would love to have you at Casterly Rock. And I want to meet your family; they sound like good people." Maybe they were better than his family; maybe he could go to Sunspear and stay there forever. He turned to face Doreah again and realized he wanted to marry her. He as only eleven, but that didn't matter. Some things were meant to be. He leaned in and kissed her, missing her lips a little. He quickly pulled back after, a little embarrassed. But he was also proud. He could be brave, yes. Doreah was well aware of Aurane's golden head suddenly leaning in closer and closer to her own--she could see quite plainly where this was going. Should she do something, was she supposed to say anything before it happened? What if her hair looked particularly disheveled from that angle? She wished she could have had a moment to push it a bit out of her face or something. She hoped he wouldn't try to take her other hand either, seeing as it was still covered in some slime from her first rock-skipping experience. Before she had to a chance to do anything at all, though, it was over. She stood frozen for a moment, her eyes still tightly closed and a bit shy to open. Her first kiss. It wasn't like what she had read in her books though. He hadn't professed his undying love for her on his knees before enveloping her in his big, strong arms, only to ride off and knock all the knights off their horses in the King's Tourney and crown her Queen of Love and Beauty . And he had somewhat missed her lips, in truth. But she couldn't help but feel a tingling in her stomach. His eyes were two gleaming jewels beneath his sunburst hair. He was as pretty as any knight she had imagined. Doreah managed to look up at Aurane. Though she didn't say anything aloud, she nursed a tiny, shy, abashed smile. |
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Sept 9, 2013 4:20:03 GMT -5
The dragon seemed to be watching him, and he met its gaze fiercely. He opened his mouth to curse the verdant beast but ended up belching instead. The old knight giggled at his own misfortune. “Bloody Dragons,” he slurred. After successfully relieving himself on that ominously trimmed hedge Uncle Mac headed to re-join the feast. It did not take long however for the rather old and rather drunk knight to find himself lost in the intricate maze that the Targaryens called a back garden. He shook his head in confusion.
For many minutes he meandered through the garden singing quietly to keep himself company. “I called a knight… all black and brown, and covered in hair. A bear, a bear… he licked the honey from her hair…” At some point he had grown tired of walking and stopped to catch his breath. The garden was eerily quiet itself, but the laughter and music of the feast could be heard coming from the castle, wherever that was. Above the distant chorus he heard the peculiar sound a rock makes as it skims along water repeatedly. Intrigued, he moved in the direction he thought it came from. Cloaked in shadow he spotted a golden-haired lad kissing a young Dornish lass. He smiled to himself, remembering the time he totally canoodled with that Targaryen princess. Internally he whispered words of praise and encouragement, though they would have been deemed improper to say out loud. With little desire in watching two children necking one another, Uncle Mac slipped away in the direction he thought the garden’s exit lay, humming as he went.
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Post by Flex on Sept 9, 2013 6:47:10 GMT -5
Doreah was well aware of Aurane's golden head suddenly leaning in closer and closer to her own--she could see quite plainly where this was going. Should she do something, was she supposed to say anything before it happened? What if her hair looked particularly disheveled from that angle? She wished she could have had a moment to push it a bit out of her face or something. She hoped he wouldn't try to take her other hand either, seeing as it was still covered in some slime from her first rock-skipping experience. Before she had to a chance to do anything at all, though, it was over. She stood frozen for a moment, her eyes still tightly closed and a bit shy to open. Her first kiss. It wasn't like what she had read in her books though. He hadn't professed his undying love for her on his knees before enveloping her in his big, strong arms, only to ride off and knock all the knights off their horses in the King's Tourney and crown her Queen of Love and Beauty . And he had somewhat missed her lips, in truth. But she couldn't help but feel a tingling in her stomach. His eyes were two gleaming jewels beneath his sunburst hair. He was as pretty as any knight she had imagined. Doreah managed to look up at Aurane. Though she didn't say anything aloud, she nursed a tiny, shy, abashed smile. ooc: aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When Aurane saw Doreah smile he had to smile as well. He still held her hand and squeezed it again, then took the other, uncaring for slime. "I'm... sorry if you didn't like that but... I think I want to kiss you again." He couldn't help but grin now, staring into her beautiful eyes. "And maybe do it properly this time." Somewhere deep inside he couldn't believe what he was saying, or doing. Kiss a girl? More than once? Hold her hands? What was he doing!?!? This was not him, no. He sat in the library, forced to read books. He was in the yard half of the day, fighting and sweating until he collapsed on the ground. He did not kiss girls. |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 9, 2013 7:15:15 GMT -5
"What is there to tell?" Jen asked, and she sat on the nearest bench. "I am an Islander, married an Islander and have a son thta will be around here somewhere." She waved her hand vaguely. "Most probably with my brother however." "I see, well if we are going to talk about that, I suppose I am a Riverlander, married to a northerner, I have two children not here." He smirks. "Now what I am more interested in is your likes and dislikes." He shrugs. "Or we can continue talking about nothing all night and get nowhere." He chuckles. "Likes and dislikes?" Jen repeated, never really having told anyone before. "Well I like the sea and sand, and the feeling when you win in the fingerdance..." |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 9, 2013 10:18:25 GMT -5
"I see, well if we are going to talk about that, I suppose I am a Riverlander, married to a northerner, I have two children not here." He smirks. "Now what I am more interested in is your likes and dislikes." He shrugs. "Or we can continue talking about nothing all night and get nowhere." He chuckles. "Likes and dislikes?" Jen repeated, never really having told anyone before. "Well I like the sea and sand, and the feeling when you win in the fingerdance..." "Fingerdance?" He asks. "What is that?" He says intrigued. |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 9, 2013 11:34:52 GMT -5
She smiled in answer.
"You wouldnt understand if I told you." She said. "Its not something that is acceptable here."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 9, 2013 11:39:09 GMT -5
She smiled in answer. "You wouldnt understand if I told you." She said. "Its not something that is acceptable here." He smirks. "I think talking to you in general is not really acceptable among other riverlanders. Consider me a risk taker then." He chuckles giving her a wink. |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 9, 2013 11:43:06 GMT -5
She bit her lip and smiled.
"To put it basically, you throw axes at each other and try to catch them." SHe said.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 9, 2013 11:53:32 GMT -5
She bit her lip and smiled. "To put it basically, you throw axes at each other and try to catch them." SHe said. He looked puzzled at that. "And you win by not dying I assume? Or at least still standing by the end of the game?" |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 9, 2013 11:54:48 GMT -5
"Something like that." Jen shrugged. "It is hard to explain to one that is not part of us."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 9, 2013 11:57:13 GMT -5
"Something like that." Jen shrugged. "It is hard to explain to one that is not part of us." "And you have won at this game before?" He looks over her for any axe scars, out of curiosity. |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 9, 2013 11:58:22 GMT -5
Jen had sat on her hands so he couldnt see if she had or not.
"I am not dead." She answered with a smile
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