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Post by Flex on Sept 15, 2013 17:19:27 GMT -5
The training yard at the Rock.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 18, 2013 11:07:44 GMT -5
Bethany makes her way into the yard, attempting to find the woman she was supposed to meet with.
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Post by Flex on Sept 18, 2013 11:18:14 GMT -5
After a long while Nymeria Lannister arrives in the yard, dressed in a magnificent and expensive looking dress of dark red, escorted by a menagerie of lesser ladies, servants and guards.
"You must be the Tully girl," She said with an air of disinterested as she stopped in front of Bethany. "I suppose I should greet you. Welcome to Casterly Rock."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 19, 2013 9:35:29 GMT -5
"Y...yes" She says shocked not seeing her arrive. She bows. "Bethany Tully. Thank you for welcoming me, it is my first time here."
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Post by Flex on Sept 19, 2013 11:12:42 GMT -5
Nymeria sighed. "You will want to see my father's castle. No, perhaps first we will show you your room." She snipped her fingers and one of her servants stepped forward.
"Take her bags and show the Tully to her rooms," Nymeria commanded. "Do come down to the Golden Gallery after you have settled in." She added with an obviously fake smile to Bethany.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 19, 2013 11:14:09 GMT -5
She looked around and nodded. "So what do you do around here?" She asked waling with Nymeria.
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Post by Flex on Sept 19, 2013 11:25:15 GMT -5
"What do you think a lady does?" Nymeria asked a little petulantly. "Minstrels come and sing for us, mummers provide us with entertainment; I speak to my ladies and read and play games. What do you do at Riverrun?"
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 19, 2013 11:27:39 GMT -5
She looks down. "I uh, well I like to shoot Arrows. Take walks in the woods..." She says.
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Post by Flex on Sept 19, 2013 11:29:32 GMT -5
"Ugh, one of those," Nymeria said in a tone of voice that hinted Bethany would have a hard time here.
"Well, I will be going a different way now. You will find me in the Golden Gallery." She raised her nose and walked off, one servant remaining to carry Bethan's bags and bring her to her room.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 19, 2013 11:32:15 GMT -5
"....Okay." She looked confused but followed the servant.
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