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Post by Flex on Sept 26, 2013 18:15:42 GMT -5
"Yes, quite," Aurane answered, no emotion behind the statement. He could not remember what childhood meant, what it had been. If there was anything nice about it he could not recall.
"Tell me, how long have you been in the city?"
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Post by Marie on Sept 26, 2013 18:18:29 GMT -5
"Not very long. A few weeks, that's all. I have been at the Hightower with my mother until recently. I have always liked living in the city. I suppose it comes from being born in Oldtown."
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Post by Flex on Sept 26, 2013 18:30:32 GMT -5
"I see; unfortunate, the circumstances that are surrounding us," He said, briefly glancing at the Hand. "I have never visited Oldtown, though I hear your city is larger than my own."
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Post by Marie on Sept 26, 2013 18:33:01 GMT -5
"Perhaps it is. I have never visited Lannisport," she confided. "Oldtown is more beautiful than Kings Landing, but of course the capital is much bigger. Though not so old. If you would like to see Oldtown, I am sure my brother would issue an invitation, if I ask him to. The Citadel and the Starry Sept are well worth a visit, as if the Hightower itself."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2013 21:25:09 GMT -5
"She promised me she would be." Aenys replied.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 26, 2013 21:39:53 GMT -5
"She promised me she would be." Aenys replied. He nods. "Good, I had wished to greet the Queen, after all these parties I assume she will be holding Court?" He asked him. |
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2013 21:40:56 GMT -5
"I am sure.... she will." Aenys smiled.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 26, 2013 21:49:43 GMT -5
Harold nods, "And what of you? Has time finally slowed for you? Leading the war must have taken it's toll." He says taking a glass of wine from a passing server and hands one to the hand.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2013 21:59:27 GMT -5
The hand takes the wine, and gulps it down in one swallow. "I have no fucking idea what you mean."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 26, 2013 22:03:03 GMT -5
He nods. "Well I shall let you return to the....festivities...." He says looking around the Manse. He bows his head and parts from him.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Sept 26, 2013 22:25:20 GMT -5
Lord Donal Stormshield enters the feast, he looks around taking account of who is there before he takes a seat and sips an ale that is offered to him.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 27, 2013 0:27:21 GMT -5
Lord Oswyn arrives at the Tyrell's shindig, walking now, though relying heavily upon a cane to do so. The cane is crafted of fine blackthorn from the Kingswood, with an exquisitely detailed golden band and spiral shaft, topped with a stag-horn handle with a heavy knot at one end and a spiked antler at the other which his hand gripped tightly. He stood tall and proud, just happy to be able to enter on his own two feet with his wife upon his arm.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Sept 27, 2013 9:44:08 GMT -5
Meryn walked up to Lord and Lady Baratheon. He smiled at the couple and nodded to where Lady Amelia was holding up her husband."Ozzy, you grow stronger. It's good to see your in better health." He turned to the lady,"Lady Amelia, no doubt helping your husband has made you stronger as well."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 13:35:38 GMT -5
Jennalynn Royce was announced as she was escorted inside by the assigned captain of her guard. She was dressed in a black and bronze satin gown with pearls embroided on the front of the upper part of the gown. Her hair was in a transparent veil containing some of her hair, wrapped over the ears and secured with both cords and beads with a decorative jewelled brooch at the top.
She walked over to a table with other noble ladies about her age, though she kept looking at the door, hoping that some of her family from the Vale would be attending.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 27, 2013 13:42:30 GMT -5
Jennalynn Royce was announced as she was escorted inside by the assigned captain of her guard. She was dressed in a black and bronze satin gown with pearls embroided on the front of the upper part of the gown. Her hair was in a transparent veil containing some of her hair, wrapped over the ears and secured with both cords and beads with a decorative jewelled brooch at the top. She walked over to a table with other noble ladies about her age, though she kept looking at the door, hoping that some of her family from the Vale would be attending. Harold standing watching waiting for someone to speak too at this party sees the vale woman enter and he figures having no one else to talk too he approaches the woman and with a respectful head bow, he greets her. "My lady, I do not think we are acquainted but you have the face of a woman from the Vale, do you happen to be a Royce?" He asks with a kind smile. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.