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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 11, 2013 13:42:11 GMT -5
Lyssandra arrived with her Septa in tow. The princess almost forced the Septa to enter ahead of her but in the end she ended up entering first. She was relieved to see that there were enough people there already she could slip to he Dornish tables unnoticed. This whole event would be a distinct failure if she had to talk with anyone. Harold eyed the the entry who just entered behind him and he gage a friendly smile, he approached the septa and the lady. "Well hello there, I have not seen you before." He looks to the septa, "If I have your watchers permission to speak of course." He smiles ever respectful to the Septa. "I don't leave my room much, that's why," Lyssandra said gruffly. The Septa drew in a deep breath, "That is no way to greet a Lord, Princess. My apologies on her behalf." Lyssandra avoided eye contact and looked around the room then spoke after an awkward pause. "Hello." |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 11, 2013 13:49:56 GMT -5
Winnie's cold eyes were full of anger, but it was so well hidden that only Doreah could see it, through long years of practice. "And the proof of my handiwork is in how well he wooed you, dear," she said sweetly. "Though I can take little credit for the wonderful man he became." This was said with the sort of affected modesty that begs for praise and attention. "Lord Tully will attest to the fact that women cannot control men when they are grown," Winnie continued, giving Lord Tully a smile. "We are merely the custodians of their boyhood. When they are men grown, nobody rules a Lannister but himself. Alas, there are some women here who never seem to learn that." "Now that is unfair to say. I do not feel Woman are simply the tools of men to be sharpened, I feel that women have a say in some matters of family, I for one do not know how to some of what my Wife does, I feel no reason to correct her on things I have know knowledge about." He offers a kind smile. |
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 11, 2013 13:50:11 GMT -5
Elyssa followed on her brother's heels, looking a good deal less presentable. Her curly hair was combed and restrained and her face had been scrubbed clean, but her dress was a bit short over her ankles and it was clear the girl, who at nine was as tall as most girls at thirteen, was going through quite the growth spurt. She trotted along behind Edric, as eager for food as he was. She stared wide-eyed at all the the assembled Lords and Ladies, impressed by their splendour. "Do you know anyone, Edric?" she hissed as she reached for a heavily iced lemoncake. Assuming that the Lannister girl's expression of embarrassment was somehow his doing, Edric frowned and stalked off. He did a double take at his sister. "When did you get here?" he asked, shaking his head a second after as if her reply wouldn't really matter. "I do not," he said, sitting down before realising that the majority at this particular table were Dornishmen. "Why would I know anyone? It is my first time here." He grabbed a plate and started filling it. |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 11, 2013 13:51:55 GMT -5
Harold eyed the the entry who just entered behind him and he gage a friendly smile, he approached the septa and the lady. "Well hello there, I have not seen you before." He looks to the septa, "If I have your watchers permission to speak of course." He smiles ever respectful to the Septa. "I don't leave my room much, that's why," Lyssandra said gruffly. The Septa drew in a deep breath, "That is no way to greet a Lord, Princess. My apologies on her behalf." Lyssandra avoided eye contact and looked around the room then spoke after an awkward pause. "Hello." He chuckled. "Do not worry about it, little lady." He offered her his hand. "My name is Harold, Harold Tully, I can promise you I am completely harmless, and what is your name?" He smiled getting down on one knee to talk to properly. |
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 11, 2013 14:01:03 GMT -5
Ser Lorren Hightower entered, looking appropriately somber. Age had treated Ser Lorren kindly, his face remained largely unlined, no doubt due to his general lack of expression. He was thirty six, but anyone who looked deeply into his eyes would observe a much older man. His wife, Mordane Ashford entered on his arm, and seeing someone she knew whispered something in her husband's ear. He nodded curtly and she departed into the crowd, leaving the brother of Lord Lothar alone. When Lady Lannister departed, Gwayne looked for someone to talk to. He was disinclined to join his mother and Lord Lannister quite yet so instead he grabbed another cup of wine and strolled up to his uncle. "Uncle Lorren! You look...very sombre," he said. "Will you not at least have a drink?" Lorren's expression remained constant as his nephew spoke to him. "I was hoping to postpone the inevitable." He declared without any semblance of jest. "Not to mention that it would be rather inappropriate to indulge oneself at a funeral, which is surely reason in itself to be somber." It was quite apparent that Lorren was one of the few there who held such a belief, as from what he had observed most of the other guests were drinking and socializing relatively freely. |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 11, 2013 14:02:53 GMT -5
Lyssandra awkwardly gave her hand to the man, "Uh, Princess Lyssandra." She was silent for a few moments, "From Dorne," she added stupidly and with regret at having ever spoke in the first place.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 11, 2013 14:05:29 GMT -5
“Yes,” Doreah assented, “the credit goes to you, no doubt. He is such a robust character, my husband. He reminds me so much of his father, at times.” She nodded to indicate approval at that point.
Winnie had tripped over a sore point for Doreah as well, and the woman was furious at her mother-in-law’s reference to her and Aurane’s meeting ten years ago. It brought up so many chaotic emotions for Doreah, emotions she struggled daily to stifle and keep from burying her completely. Her children needed her, and she would not surrender and leave them to the likes of Gerion and Winnie. And her husband. She would always protect them, and bear all their pain upon her bent back. She would never sell Teirney to a diseased marriage for political maneuverings, no—she had much more in store for her precious first-born.
“I can only hope that one day I will have as much wisdom and foresight as my mother,” she continued. “She has such a deft hand with her husband and children—I fear I am not made of the same fiber, to be able to emulate it completely.”
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Sept 11, 2013 14:05:37 GMT -5
"I was here the whole time, of course," said Elyssa when her mouth wasn't stuffed full with cake. She eyed Edric's plate and began filling her own, feeling embarrassed for having just taken food with her hands before, but not showing it. "I don't know. I thought maybe Eirek would have said, or something." She looked at the Dornish folk and smiled at them as soon as her mouth was empty. She had a fascination with Dorne.
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Post by Marie on Sept 11, 2013 14:09:15 GMT -5
When Lady Lannister departed, Gwayne looked for someone to talk to. He was disinclined to join his mother and Lord Lannister quite yet so instead he grabbed another cup of wine and strolled up to his uncle. "Uncle Lorren! You look...very sombre," he said. "Will you not at least have a drink?" Lorren's expression remained constant as his nephew spoke to him. "I was hoping to postpone the inevitable." He declared without any semblance of jest. "Not to mention that it would be rather inappropriate to indulge oneself at a funeral, which is surely reason in itself to be somber." It was quite apparent that Lorren was one of the few there who held such a belief, as from what he had observed most of the other guests were drinking and socializing relatively freely." Gwayne was blatantly one such guest who believed that it was appropriate to drink and socialise at a feast. "Oh, uncle," he sighed. "I know we are here to mourn the king, but that's not why we are really here. We are here to meet with friends, spy on enemies and enjoy free food and drink. That most of all. I've no illusions that mourning is the order of the day." |
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 11, 2013 14:19:31 GMT -5
Lorren's expression remained constant as his nephew spoke to him. "I was hoping to postpone the inevitable." He declared without any semblance of jest. "Not to mention that it would be rather inappropriate to indulge oneself at a funeral, which is surely reason in itself to be somber." It was quite apparent that Lorren was one of the few there who held such a belief, as from what he had observed most of the other guests were drinking and socializing relatively freely." Gwayne was blatantly one such guest who believed that it was appropriate to drink and socialise at a feast. "Oh, uncle," he sighed. "I know we are here to mourn the king, but that's not why we are really here. We are here to meet with friends, spy on enemies and enjoy free food and drink. That most of all. I've no illusions that mourning is the order of the day." Ser Lorren's expression dropped slightly, in disappointment. "Make no mistake, Gwayne. The king was no great man. He is gone now, and had he not been our liege few would have taken note. As you've said, no one is really even here on his behalf." Ser Lorren paused. "But I am. Very few of us are great Gwayne, most of us leave little behind us that marks our path through this world. Many years from now, King Aegon will be little more than a name found in the Citadel's library. But the same is true of myself. I am, in the grand book of history, nothing. A footnote, if I am blessed with good fortune which I never have been. Few will attend my funeral, and the majority will be there for their own sake, not mine. That is why I am here Gwayne. Not for myself, not for your father. I am here for Aegon in the hope that someone will be there for me when my time comes." Gwayne was reflected in the veil of moisture clinging to Ser Lorren's grey gaze. |
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 11, 2013 14:20:36 GMT -5
"Such flattery!" Annara said with the barest hint of a smile, since laughter would be inappropriate in their present circumstances. "I am sure your wife would not approve of you flirting with another man's wife. Nor would my husband, and therein lies the greater danger. For myself, I do not think your wife dull, but I understand that men have other priorities. I only hope that yours are where they ought to be." She said the last in a gentle voice. Gerion's smile slipped and his eyes narrowed momentarily. He was not used to being rebuffed or rebuked, however gently. "On my House's fortunes of course, what rightful lord has his mind anywhere else?" he replied tersely, looking around the hall, beginning to tire of chasing verbal circles with Annara. Lovely she may be, but near as frigid as his own wife. Suddenly he wondered how many of Lothar's children had been conceived in the dark, while she imagined herself elsewhere. He suppressed a groan as his daughter-in-law entered, with his own youngest and her daughter in tow. Three balls of trouble all gathered in one place. At the time it had seemed an ideal match, but now it seemed the Dornish were merely eager to be rid of their wilful child and inflict her upon another house. Some treaties had a higher price than war, he reflected. Thankfully his wife had noticed and seemed to be defusing the situation with rare tact. He shrugged, leaving them too their conversations. He glanced back at Annara, changing the subject somewhat. "My wife had mentioned that you wished to squire one of your six at Casterly Rock in the future? It'd be a wise choice of course, our knights are amongst the best in all Westeros as they proved in the tourney 10 years ago, that Baratheon whelp's luck notwithstanding" he chuckled, discounting him. |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 11, 2013 14:21:32 GMT -5
Lyssandra awkwardly gave her hand to the man, "Uh, Princess Lyssandra." She was silent for a few moments, "From Dorne," she added stupidly and with regret at having ever spoke in the first place. He kissed the young dornish ladies hand. "Well princess Lyssandra, you must be a Martell. You are a beautiful young woman, you remind me of the sun itself. Tell me why is it you do not get out of your room?" He tilts his head, trying not to scare the girl. |
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 11, 2013 14:22:24 GMT -5
"I was here the whole time, of course," said Elyssa when her mouth wasn't stuffed full with cake. She eyed Edric's plate and began filling her own, feeling embarrassed for having just taken food with her hands before, but not showing it. "I don't know. I thought maybe Eirek would have said, or something." She looked at the Dornish folk and smiled at them as soon as her mouth was empty. She had a fascination with Dorne. "Him mentioning a few names does not necessarily make me acquainted to any people," said Edric with a sigh, knowing that the few fancy words he'd just used were bound to impress his little sister. "Have you seen him today? I seem to have lost track of him and Damin." He shovelled down meat and mash with the appetite of an adolescent boy and had to refill his platter soon. |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 11, 2013 14:23:10 GMT -5
The young Greyjoy girl entered with her aunt, brothers and cousin. Viea's grey eyes looked around all the people talking politely and her nose ever so slightly wrinkled at the smells of rose and lavender in the air.
She herself has the smell of the sea and salt that clung to her like any good seagirl.
Jen pushed the girl towards any child that looked her age and went to talk to the grown-ups herself.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Sept 11, 2013 14:24:01 GMT -5
Teirney was accustomed to her mother and grandmother fuming politely at each other like this, and the whole affair bored her vastly. She scanned the room restlessly, hoping there could be someone here who could save her from this usual back-and-forth.
She immediately caught sight of a girl staring at her as she shoveled cake into her mouth unremorsefully. Teirney’s face lit up. Mother wouldn’t miss her—not while she was in the middle of this. She shot Amelia a placating glance to reassure her and slipped away from the group, making her way over to the girl.
“Hi,” she smiled. “I’m Teirney Lannister.” She noticed there a boy with her too, though older. She looked at him also, determined not to let her smile falter into shyness. “I’m Teirney,” she repeated for his benefit.
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