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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 2, 2013 11:22:06 GMT -5
Harold Tully enters the Ball Room, looking around at the people gathered.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 12:34:43 GMT -5
Aenys released the Grandmaesters hand and took Amelia's, "I do not dance, my dear." He looked her dead in the eye.
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Post by Marie on Oct 2, 2013 12:38:28 GMT -5
Since her brothers were otherwise engaged, Isabel began looking for someone new to talk to.
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 12:38:52 GMT -5
Meletyne grinned sarcasticaly and went back to her seat near her husband.
As her wife sat back beside Yohn, he was swarmed by strange felling. "My love, I feel as if my son had just jumped from a tower..." He said bluntly and coldly.
"Naaaah... The lad is fine. It must be this sickening perfume on the air." She motioned her fore finger towards her he open mouth, showing her disgust for it. "Where did she buy it? In a whore house?"
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 2, 2013 12:40:08 GMT -5
Harold bows to the lady. "Hello my Lady, and I do hope that is case. Your home is beautiful." He comments, "Also where is your Husband?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 12:42:38 GMT -5
"I am not a dancer but a warrior. All my dancing will do is harm the innocent." He replied and looked around the room.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 2, 2013 12:50:40 GMT -5
"You say that as if it is a bad thing, My Lady." He comments. "I recall the last time I saw you was ten years ago, and I can tell the years have been kind to you." He smiles. "How are you holding up, I hear your husband is making a recovery."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 13:20:24 GMT -5
Gwayne shook the offered hand with a firm grip as he noted the cane Oswyn carried. "There was hardly time to get to know others properly during wartime when our primary goal was to liberate the Stepstones," he replied. "But I am very pleased to see that you are looking so much better. Your strength is admirable. I daresay few men would have healed as well as you. But perhaps you are right. Would you object to leaving the ladies to talk about dresses and whatever else interests women, while you and I have a cup of wine and talk war stories?" "My father always taught war was where you learned the true mettle of a man, but I see no reason to object wife seems to be playing hostess admirably enough." Oswyn agreed as he watched Amelia flutter about to greet their guests. "Though you flatter me. It was merely a flesh wound." He led Lord Gwayne away, scooping up two goblets of Arbor Gold as he passed a server. "I think you will be familiar with the vintage." he said, with a knowing smile. |
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Post by Marie on Oct 2, 2013 13:31:34 GMT -5
"My father always taught war was where you learned the true mettle of a man, but I see no reason to object wife seems to be playing hostess admirably enough." Oswyn agreed as he watched Amelia flutter about to greet their guests. "Though you flatter me. It was merely a flesh wound." He led Lord Gwayne away, scooping up two goblets of Arbor Gold as he passed a server. "I think you will be familiar with the vintage." he said, with a knowing smile. "Aye, very familiar. My uncle Redwyne keeps the Hightower well supplied with Arbor wines," Gwayne replied, accepting one of the goblets. "You are blessed in your wife, I think. She seems delightful. Perhaps the members of House Baratheon would welcome a visit to Oldtown in the near future?" |
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 13:41:28 GMT -5
"I cannot disagree." he said with a chuckle. "Every man needs a better half."
"We would be honored to accept the invitation, I am sure. Your father extended be the same offer some years back, but war has a way of delaying such enjoyments."
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Post by Edric Stark on Oct 2, 2013 13:42:15 GMT -5
Edric Stark arrived at the townhouse with Rylene Ryswell, his foster sister from Winterfell. Edric was dressed in black, as usual, his small scar on his forehead hidden under his hair. The Ryswell girl had a nice blue dress and her dark auburn hair was in a simple yet elegant updo. She did not look too impressed with the place, but did smile politely upon reaching the hosts.
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Post by Marie on Oct 2, 2013 13:50:41 GMT -5
"Then why don't we make it a formal invitation to take place as soon as possible after the coronation?" Gwayne suggested. "I am in need of a wife myself, unfortunately. How shall I ever forgive you for claiming such a lovely bride before I even met her?"
He grinned to show he didn't mean it.
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Izzy, standing not so far away from her hostess, saw the new arrivals. She smiled warmly at them both. "Greetings," she said. "I hope you don't mind my speaking, but I am looking for new friends."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 13:51:24 GMT -5
Aenys followed along, and then offered his hand to Oswyn, "I see you are back on your feet."
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Post by Edric Stark on Oct 2, 2013 13:53:56 GMT -5
"And who might you be, exactly?" inquired Rylene with a raised eyebrow. Edric nudged her with his elbow and returned the woman's smile. "Of course not. I am Edric Stark and this is Rylene Ryswell. Pleased to make your acquaintance, er..?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 14:08:39 GMT -5
"She does have nieces of age." Oswyn replied with a conspiratorial wink. "How I could I refuse such an invitation?" Aenys followed along, and then offered his hand to Oswyn, "I see you are back on your feet." "Thankfully the Volantene lack the mettle to keep a true knight down." he said with a grin, firmly shaking the offered hand as he turned to face the Lord Hand and Grand Maester. "You honor us with your presence, though I had become accustomed to the fearsome visage of you with hammer in hand." |
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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