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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 18:15:54 GMT -5
"My respect?" Jen queried. "How do you mean?"
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 18:19:02 GMT -5
"It seems to me that the women of the islands hold themselves higher then the rest of the women of Westeros, they speak differently then others, and I can put stags on the fact you know how to fight, and well too. So you naturally want to be respected more." He explains his theory.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 18:24:49 GMT -5
"A good theory I suppose." Jen said. "But is respect worth it? Or do we do it as a way of life?"
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 18:52:15 GMT -5
He shrugs. "I am not saying that you are not you, for simple respect, you live in a harsh world, you need to live the way you do to survive. That does not mean you do not like respect that comes with it." He replies.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 18:54:18 GMT -5
"Or doesnt." Jen said. "We have always been feared, not respected, why should that change."
She smiled.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 19:00:41 GMT -5
"Fear and respect are two sides of the same coin. I guess it depends on how you use it." He smiles. "I prefer respect, much more you can do with it." He looks to her. "As for me, I will have no problem respecting you, but I will not fear you." He replies with the same kind expression.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 19:04:43 GMT -5
"Maybe you will if one day we face each other." Jen said with a chuckle. "Not that it is likely."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 19:06:38 GMT -5
"Only a Fool fears his battles, if you are my battle, then I promise that I will, never, fear you." He chuckles lightly with that. "Though you are more then welcome to try."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 19:17:41 GMT -5
"Well you do not seem like a normal Greenlander." She said with a smile. "Maybe there is hope for you yet."
She gave the tiniest wink.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 19:20:38 GMT -5
He chuckles. "Well you know, when someone says your different then anyone from Westeros that just means my mind is not all on Booze, Sex and Death." He smirks.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 19:23:30 GMT -5
"I do not think that of anyone on the Greenland." Jen said with all honestly.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 19:24:58 GMT -5
He chuckles. "Well then, how am I different then? Now I am interested." He smiles.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 20:20:30 GMT -5
"Oh," Doreah replied, realizing he wasn't actually interested. Well he was just missing out then--as if his smelly city could ever compare to Sunspear! "I like reading about battles too, but only in my spare time. What else do you like doing?" She could see this was was going to need a little help, and she didn't mind helping those in need--not at all. She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at Lady Lannister as she trotted away on that tiny hinney of hers. Aurane was rather pretty, she had to admit. "I do what may father tells me to," Aurane said somewhat sheepishly, though when the others left a small smile came to his face. "Except for when no one is looking; sometimes I can sneak away and I fight knights and dragons and chase the dogs!" He paused, grinned. "Do you like dogs?" Doreah laughed. He was entertaining, at least, and it was clear to her that she neednt worry about keeping her guard up around him. "There are no dragons." And he certainly didn't seem knight-fighting size to her, but she kept that objection to herself. "I love dogs! But I wish I could ride a dragon. Is that what you were doing in the bushes? Regarding the dogs, not the dragons, that is." She giggled at her own fumbling. |
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Post by Ollie on Sept 6, 2013 20:23:48 GMT -5
With a shriek of rambunctious laughter, Damian Royce and his younger sister Lillian tear through the gardens after one another, too caught up in their childhood games to notice anything or anyone else.
"I got you I got you! YOU'RE the grumpkin and now I'm a maiden!"
"Nuhuh! You never even touched me!"
"Did too!"
"And besides I'm a knight! AND I'm wearing magic bronze armor!"
"Not fair!!"
"Is too! You can't kill me!"
Damian dashes off, leaving an angry, determined sister behind with no choice but to give chase, growling as fearsome as any grumpkin ever did.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 20:35:09 GMT -5
Ser Oswyn wandered into the garden, narrowly dodging his niece and nephew as he went. It was a queer thing to see young children running about with his sister's features. He considered joining in their game, but thought that unbecoming of a new knight.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5