The Camp of Aenys Targaryen

[Edric Stark]

Edric Stark was sitting in front of his tent in the Northerners' area of the camp, having just drained the last drop of water from his flask. It was the farthest south he'd ever travelled and the heat was intolerable to him. Since no one was around to fetch him more water, he rose and attempted to make his way through the camp. His overgrown wolf had eyed Edric lazily from the soothing shadow of his tent, but decided to get up follow him upon realising there'd be water in it for him, too. Glad that no one dared to approach him thanks to the beast, Edric strolled around in search of a stream or a well.

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Clayton looked suspiciously at the horse that were to be his, and he was certain that the horse at one point grinned mischievously as if the horse had a plan to hurt him as soon as he got on, but after a while Clayton found himself in the saddle nonetheless. If this was was required of him to further himself with the Royces, then he would do it, even if he was scared shitless.

"Nooo, I'm afraid not. Ser Marcus' troop don't contain scouts, I think there are some among the rivermen though." he answered finally, keeping a hard grip on the saddle which made his knuckles white.

[Ser Harlan Stone]

Harlan nodded, and with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes turned his horse toward the riverlanders portion of the camp "Alright then. Try to stay on Bucky, he's got that name for a reason!"

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Clayton tried to make the horse move, but nothing he did would make the horse budge, not until Harlan had gone down the path a while, did the horse move after them. Clayton kept holding on to the saddle as if his life depended on it, and he was sure that if he'd fall of the horse, he would certainly be badly injured or worse.

"Don't you have a horse named Sweetness or something?" he said loudly as Bucky followed Harlan and his horse.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

The Dornish had camps set up near the water. Lyssandra sat underneath a canopy at a table playing cyvasse. There was not much to do while the men in charge laid plans. It was best to remain calm and save energy for the battle that was ahead. She would walk through the camp or ride her horse, and see men training in the sun only to tire themselves out before a battle. She lost her game of cyvasse and her opponent let out a greedy whoop. She folded her arms, "Triple the stakes the next match." The man looked up and grinned, "Your money to lose eh heh heh." She looked at the board lazily and then out toward the camp and spotted a familiar face. Perhaps her game could be put on hold if he came over to her.

[Edric Stark]

They made their way over to the stream and Havoc drank from it greedily while Edric filled his flask. He poured most of it on his head and filled it again. He rose and looked around for a shady spot near the stream when he noticed the Dornish princess at the cyvasse table, mostly recognising her because of her scars. As he approached her, he realised she'd changed a lot less over the last ten years than he had.

"Well," he called as he got nearer, ignoring the man on the other side of the table completely, "if it isn't the Princess I last saw a decade ago."

[Ser Harlan Stone]

Sept 17, 2013 16:01:09 GMT -5 @douchebag said:

Clayton tried to make the horse move, but nothing he did would make the horse budge, not until Harlan had gone down the path a while, did the horse move after them. Clayton kept holding on to the saddle as if his life depended on it, and he was sure that if he'd fall of the horse, he would certainly be badly injured or worse.

"Don't you have a horse named Sweetness or something?" he said loudly as Bucky followed Harlan and his horse.

"Well I suppose there's always Killer, but at least Bucky won't kill you if you fall off. And as I see it, that's not unlikely." Harlan spotted the Riverlander firing arrows, and moved over to him. "Ser Tully! Was wondering if you had any boys that had a aptitude for scouting and archery" He paused as the man fired his last arrow, neatly hitting the target within its closely cropped fellows "though I suppose you mayhaps might have a interest in going out scouting yourself? I'm heading out to get a looksie over thataway, and was looking for more to join." he spoke, gesturing to east.

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Clayton's face turned almost white, wondering if Harlan was certain that this were Bucky he was riding. Somewhere deep down he knew that the bastard Royce were mostly joking, the fear he had toward horses threw away all logical thoughts, so he concentrated all his strength on remaining seated on the horse, not saying a word during the entire ride toward the riverlands camp.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

If she was happy to see him, she did not show it. She flicked her hand to the man opposite her away from as if he were an annoying fly. When the man was too busy counting his coins to notice her gesture she looked at him and said, "Leave", forcefully. He looked up, saw her face and quickly excused himself. "I did not know it had been that long," she said evenly her voice slightly lower and huskier than her younger self. "You are a far way from your lands." She noted his perspiration. She on the other hand, looked cool as a cucumber and unhindered by the heat and sun.

[Edric Stark]

Edric noticed the man leave with the coins and took his seat rather unceremoniously. "Lose a game?" he asked, grinning. "Indeed I am. You never warned me about the heat. And I thought it could get bothersome at King's Landing."

He looked over his shoulder briefly to see Havoc lingering at the stream before turning back to the princess and meeting her eyes.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

Lyssandra raised her brows to the wolf playfully, then she looked back to the game board, "In a manner of speaking I lost." She looked up from the board to Edric. "Nothing could prepare you for the heat. Maybe if you wear less clothing." Lyssandra didn't seem to be wearing a lesser amount of clothing than anyone else. "You have the right idea fetching water. Drink as much as you can."

[Edric Stark]

Edric, who was already wearing as little as possible in a military camp, smirked. "You would like that, no?" he joked, trying to get any kind of reaction out of her other than a straight face. He smoothed his damp hair and nodded. "If I do not collapse because of dehydration during the battle, it will probably happen because my bladder's burst," he said, looking down at the cyvasse table. The last time he had played it had been the last time they'd seen each other. "In a manner of speaking?" he inquired.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"There's no shame in pissing yourself during battle." She looked down at the board again to follow his gaze, "I lost on purpose," she said with a small smirk. "The man was a fool and would have easily been relieved of his money if I played him again. I consider speaking to you a bit more worth my time." She tried to change the subject quickly, "How is Havoc behaving?"

[Edric Stark]

Edric chuckled lightly at the notion. "Agreed, if you are an old man," he said. Of course he'd never been in real battles before. "So why lose? I had no idea you were interested in philanthropy. Or is it to keep up his morale?"

He shrugged at the question. "He is behaving. Most men just circle around him, stay out of his way. This is no place for a direwolf, though. You should have seen him on our way to the Wall and back." He smiled a little at the distant memory.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"That sounds like me. I behave and most men just circle around me and stay out of my way if they know what is good for them." She looked back over to the wolf if he was there while speaking more. She shrugged, "I don't mind losing as long as I win more in the end. When I was first learning I lost so many times. But losing is sometimes the best way to learn to win. And losing is sometimes the best way to win in the end." She shrugged again, "Most would rather always win and that is a fair strategy."