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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 12, 2013 2:43:50 GMT -5
Same as it was ten years ago.....really....maybe some new plants.....
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 12, 2013 2:47:15 GMT -5
Harold walks out into the gardens and inhales the air softly. Glad to be off the hustle of the streets some clean-ish smells and quiet could do him some good, he goes over to the fountain and sits on the edge.
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2013 2:50:58 GMT -5
"Lord Tully," Bayard Royce says, and Harold can only presume that the blind lord's attendant identified him in advance of his approach. "I was hoping to run into you. I am Lord Bayard Royce, of the Eyrie. Allow me to extend my belated condolences on your father's passing."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 12, 2013 2:54:56 GMT -5
Harold was pulled from his world back to reality. He looked where the voice came with a smiled, "Lord Royce, I am Harold Tully, a pleasure, and thank you, it was a sad day but some ailments even the smartest among us can not mend." He said. "What brings you out from the hustle of the castle?"
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2013 3:02:42 GMT -5
"Very true. Such was the case with His Grace as well, I am led to understand." Bayard says. "As for why I am here -- I was merely on my way from one place to another, but the gardens are a welcome shortcut. What of yourself?"
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 12, 2013 3:05:31 GMT -5
Harold nodded, not that he thought that he could see him but out of habit. "Fresh air, sometimes the large city makes my scenes go raw and I can not begin to stand it, sadly this is the best we will get." He chuckles. "How goes your family, and the Vale? It has been some time since I have been there." He says with a smile.
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2013 3:13:41 GMT -5
"They are quite well. My heir is a knight now, and I intend to give him Runestone to manage in my name. Do you have children?" He asks.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 11:11:48 GMT -5
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Lyssandra arrived to the Gardens having skipped out on the feast during the night and eagerly awaited the return of the Stark with a wolf. She had to admit she did have some butterflies in her stomach and was also nervous that the wolf would not like her and eat her. Hopefully her Septa would throw herself in the patch of the wolf's jaw if it were to attack.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 13, 2013 11:28:52 GMT -5
"They are quite well. My heir is a knight now, and I intend to give him Runestone to manage in my name. Do you have children?" He asks. "I do, five, two daughters, three son and a niece, My son is growing he just had his twelfth nameday, he is growing into a proud Tully." He smiles. "I am glad your heir is doing so well, and that the wellfare and legacy of the Royce names lives on." He says with a smile. "Anything interesting occurring in Eyrie? The Clans do not happen to be that much of an issue, I hope." He asks with interest. |
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 13, 2013 11:39:26 GMT -5
/// Lyssandra arrived to the Gardens having skipped out on the feast during the night and eagerly awaited the return of the Stark with a wolf. She had to admit she did have some butterflies in her stomach and was also nervous that the wolf would not like her and eat her. Hopefully her Septa would throw herself in the patch of the wolf's jaw if it were to attack. Havoc was slightly agitated from being trapped in a room alone for nearly an hour and ran off upon reaching the garden almost instantly. Edric approached the princess with a small smile to calm her. "He needs to stretch himself, I'm afraid. He should be with us shortly. Did we keep you waiting long?" |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 12:37:54 GMT -5
"Um, no not at all," she said as her eyes followed the wolf as it sprinted off out of sight. "Your family does not mind that you keep him? Do you train him yourself?"
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 13, 2013 13:00:22 GMT -5
"They don't. Father was a bit dubious at first, then he died. My brother said I could keep him," he said, whistling to call his wolf back. "I'm supposed to, but.. I'm not entirely sure if he can be trained. He has a mind of his own, you see. He listens to me, though.. well, mostly. Easy, Havoc.."
The animal advanced towards them, a couple of leaves tangled in his grey fur. He spared a look for the Septa and settled his yellow eyes on the Dornish princess, sniffing the air.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 13:04:52 GMT -5
"Hopefully he doesn't consider me cooked meat," she said leaning forward with her hand out. The septa looked on with some concern, "Be careful princess," she said with a note of nervousness to her voice. Lyssandra turned her head to glance at the Septa but moved forward slowly regardless. "I bet he will be quite fearsome. Even now he makes me a little bit nervous."
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 13, 2013 13:22:08 GMT -5
Edric tried to suppress his smile at the cooked meat comment, but cracked one nevertheless; the princess wasn't watching him anyway. "I do not know how big they grow.. perhaps the size of a bear?" he guessed, quite confident that the wolf wouldn't bite Lyssandra's hand off.
Havoc sniffed her gloved hand and remained stationary, although his glance could have been pretty unsettling.
"I think you can pet him now," said Edric, putting his hand on the young beast's back, just in case.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 13:28:51 GMT -5
"I have never seen a bear but I have read they can be quite large." She reached her hand out more tentatively so she could pet his head now. "I'm Lyssandra," she said trying to be friendly with the animal. She glanced up briefly at Edric, "You probably don't have a bear hidden away you could show me?"
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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