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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 18:42:18 GMT -5
The Great Sept of Baelor
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 18:44:15 GMT -5
Annara stood praying at the altar of the Mother. Her head was bowed as she prayed in a whisper. She wore a white robe trimmed with gold, her hair tied back in a loose bun for the sept. She had guards a little distance away but was otherwise alone.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 18:47:04 GMT -5
A man was in there, sat against the alter of the crone as he drew on a small pad of paper. He watched Annara for a few moments then started to draw her in his sketch pad. His eyes flicking up and down deftly.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 18:57:07 GMT -5
She didn't notice at first, then she turned as she went to light a candle at the Father's altar. She watched the man for a moment, then she spoke into the quiet of the sept.
"Is this a place to sketch, ser?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 18:59:40 GMT -5
"It is when there is such a subject." He answered without looking as he finished off a bit and rubbed with his little finger, he glanced up and she could see lively warm brown eyes before he looked down again at his pad.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 19:09:19 GMT -5
Her cheeks turned slightly pink. She looked down at the sketch and gasped as she realised that she was herself the subject.
"You sketch very well, ser. Though you really ought to ask permission of your subject."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 19:11:07 GMT -5
The man chuckled.
"And no doubt my subject would have blushed prettily and then declined as it was much to private a thing to be drawn while praying, no?" He said, then tore the sheet out of his book and held it out to her.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 19:16:14 GMT -5
She took it with a polite smile but held it somewhat gingerly.
"No doubt I would. I am a married woman, ser. My husband cannot be allowed to see this, unless you were to sketch an official portrait."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 19:19:57 GMT -5
His whole expression seemed to light up with amusement though it never changed.
"Of course he cannot, I may have merely been offering it to you as a promise that no-one that you do not wish to see it ever will, for you will be the only one with the picture in your possession." He said, slightly bowing his head to her. "Neither the picture, or the artist will bite you however."
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 19:25:31 GMT -5
"I am not so afraid as all that," she said. "But I am not accustomed to having men draw me, either. I can't help but feel a little self-conscious. You must see that."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 19:27:31 GMT -5
"I apologise." He said quickly, and his look was in all seriousness now. "I forget sometimes when I am drawing. I just see a thing of beauty and have to capture it, even for a moment."
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 19:45:55 GMT -5
Her eyes lit with pleasure though she did her best to seem aloof.
"That is most kind, but I would prefer to be asked. A lady likes to give a man permission in such things. And besides, you have not even told me your name."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 19:47:33 GMT -5
"Then may I have your permission to draw you?" He asked, with all his humour back. Then paused for a second. "My name is Samenth Wylde."
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 19:55:12 GMT -5
"You have my permission, this once," she said. "My name is Annara Hightower. House Wylde, you say. How...interesting."
She trailed off a little, not quite knowing what to make of this man.
"Are you more at home with charcoal than with a sword?"
She sounded slightly disapproving.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 20:00:36 GMT -5
Sam shook his head and gave a crooked smile.
"I have just had my fill of brutally beating someone for the day. Sometimes we fierce warriors need to rest and relax." He said.
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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