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Post by Flex on Sept 7, 2013 16:42:05 GMT -5
Aurane looked around once and imagine some evil knight or powerful dragon was after him. He had to protect Doreah and so was almost tempted to attack the evil knight, who was now on the dragon. Instead he jumped over the wall as well.
"Quick, we need to find somewhere we can hide! Maybe behind there!" He pointed at a distant copse of deciduous trees that seemed to be screening something from the rest of the garden. "Run!"
He laughed and set off towards the trees.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 7, 2013 16:50:20 GMT -5
Giggling as she went, Doreah sprang after Aurane, lifting her dress from her ankles to make it easier to run through the denser undergrowth on this side of the wall. A million leaves pulled at her hair and nipped at her skirts and bodice, but she managed to push through the trees to the other side.
"Aurane, look!"
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Post by Flex on Sept 7, 2013 16:53:46 GMT -5
"Oh wow..." Aurane managed.
Behind the trees was a small meadow, with flowers of many colours sprouting from the ground. At the center of the meadow was a small pond, with lilypads atop and fish popping up to eat dragonflies and other insects.
Aurane grinned. "This must be some sort of secret spot that only the King knows about!"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 7, 2013 20:45:51 GMT -5
Adrien smiled at Lyssa,"Alright." Obviously not listening to the Septa, Adrien tossed her little head from side to side, mocking her with her mouth silently. Giggling quietly, she sees a small spider crawling along a flower, she quickly snatches it up and silently placed it in the Septa's dress pocket. "I do so love you Septa", the little angel smiled and waited with her little hands behind her back. "Well thank you Princess, I just wished you and Lyssandra behaved well like proper ladies. The habits you form when you are young will live with you." The Dornish Septa rubbed the cheeks of the two girls, "You will both grow up to be lovely ladies I am sure." The small spider crawled up out of the pocket and made its way up the woman's sleeve. Lyssandra watched it silently. "See how quiet Sweet Princess Lyssandra is." The Septa smiled as she felt a tickling sensation on her hand and looked town to see the spider crawling along steadily. She let out a screech as she swatted it away. Lyssandra burst out laughing like it was the funniest situation she had ever seen. |
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 7, 2013 21:16:05 GMT -5
Adrien watched silently as the Septa talked to them, her eyes watching, waiting for her present to say hello.
As the Septa continued talking, telling her how she should be like Lyssa, the small spider called on the Septa. Once the Septa screamed, Adrien clapped and laughed as the poor woman failed around.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 7, 2013 22:38:28 GMT -5
The septa's face turned red as she regained her composure in front of the two young girls. She cleared her throat, "Well then, hm, well I am quite terrified by spiders. Disgusting creatures aren't they? Always skittering around in the dark!"
Lyssandra went back to not paying attention to the Septa and decided to sit on the ground and pull at the grass. She threw the grass up into the air and giggled. "This is so different from home!"
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 7, 2013 22:58:03 GMT -5
Adrien joined her, looking at the flowers again. She sat beside Lyssa,"That's because, there is no sand here, just pretty flowers.."
She then smirked at the Septa,"...And spiders." She kept touching the toes of her little shoes together, looking at them. "I wish my father could see this, but he is busy..." She then frowned, joining Lyssa in the grass pulling,"As usual..."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 8, 2013 6:01:54 GMT -5
Oswyn found a relatively secluded spot in the gardens and took a seat, languishing against the trunk of a looming tree. He removed a block of basswood and a carving knife from his pockets and began to whittle in the shade. It was a talent that the young knight had picked up in his youth in the Stormlands, lazy days spent carving wooden figures which would typically be presented to his mother or grandmother with immense pride. The carving knife sliced easily into the block as rhythmic pare cuts sent curled wood shavings tumbling to the grass below, the basswood having been chosen for its softness and relative lack of grain. He was unsure what shape the block would take yet, but that one of the enjoyments of the pastime. As he worked at a relaxed pace, Oswyn would occasionally pause to observe those that passed.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 12:06:54 GMT -5
He chuckles. "Well then, how am I different then? Now I am interested." He smiles. Jen gave a smile then shrugged. "Not running away when you hear a name that you dont know like mine." She said, thinking of the people she had met so far. "You are different from them." |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 8, 2013 12:10:45 GMT -5
He chuckles. "Well then, how am I different then? Now I am interested." He smiles. Jen gave a smile then shrugged. "Not running away when you hear a name that you dont know like mine." She said, thinking of the people she had met so far. "You are different from them." He looks to her. "Why would I run away from something I do not know, or do not understand. That interests me, I wish to learn to understand. As I said, you do not give me fear, but you intrigue me, even if it is risky to do it." He smiles. "I am glad I can have a good conversation with someone from the islands who doesn't threaten me or just give me some sort of look until I leave, so in a way, you as well are different." |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 12:14:01 GMT -5
She raised her eyebrow slightly.
"I can do the look thing if you wish but then who would I talk to?" She said.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 8, 2013 12:17:30 GMT -5
"To be different is not bad, in fact when you told me I was different I viewed it as a complement. I meant the same to you, though if you wish to give me a look as we talk, I suppose that is up to you." He smirks. "Besides, I prefer to stay and talk with you, than be stared down and threatened." He chuckles.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 12:26:19 GMT -5
Jen smiled.
"So talk, master fish." She said.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 8, 2013 12:27:58 GMT -5
"Have we resorted to name calling?" He smirks. "I could call you Lady Squid if that is the case."
He looks her over. "So tell me about yourself."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 12:29:58 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."
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Hope you all are well and happy.