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Post by Marie on Oct 6, 2013 10:10:41 GMT -5
She jumped back in shock, her hair flying back from her face as she did so. Her face was familiar, as was her cry of shock. "My lord! Don't startle a lady so." But then recognition came and she smiled at him. "Prince Martell?" I was rather hoping to find you tonight." In his surprise, Evan slid the small blade back in the sheath he kept on his back. "My Lady Rhysling... I.. I do apologize." He felt sheepish but he in these times, he felt the need to be precautious. He grinned,"You are not what or who I expected..." His eyebrows raised in surprise at her remark,"You were hoping to find me? Forgive if I am at a loss..." Chuckling again in surprise and embarrassment. "May I get you a drink?" "Oh please," she said. "Anything will do. I need to recover from the shock. But yes, I thought it would be pleasant to see if you were here, else I'd not have come."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 6, 2013 10:30:05 GMT -5
In his surprise, Evan slid the small blade back in the sheath he kept on his back. "My Lady Rhysling... I.. I do apologize." He felt sheepish but he in these times, he felt the need to be precautious. He grinned,"You are not what or who I expected..." His eyebrows raised in surprise at her remark,"You were hoping to find me? Forgive if I am at a loss..." Chuckling again in surprise and embarrassment. "May I get you a drink?" "Oh please," she said. "Anything will do. I need to recover from the shock. But yes, I thought it would be pleasant to see if you were here, else I'd not have come." "I do thank you for coming." Evan smiled,"I am still very surprised to see you." He hands her a glass of Summerwine. "I hope you enjoy the setting my sister has made to represent Dorne. I hope it is not too warm in here for you?"
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Post by Marie on Oct 6, 2013 11:02:29 GMT -5
"Oh please," she said. "Anything will do. I need to recover from the shock. But yes, I thought it would be pleasant to see if you were here, else I'd not have come." "I do thank you for coming." Evan smiled,"I am still very surprised to see you." He hands her a glass of Summerwine. "I hope you enjoy the setting my sister has made to represent Dorne. I hope it is not too warm in here for you?" "A little, but that is easily remedied." She smiled and took off her cloak. Beneath she wore a light gown of some thin material. "I hope this gown is appropriate." The dress was loose and flowing but its flimsy nature showed her curves to advantage.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 6, 2013 11:06:51 GMT -5
"I do thank you for coming." Evan smiled,"I am still very surprised to see you." He hands her a glass of Summerwine. "I hope you enjoy the setting my sister has made to represent Dorne. I hope it is not too warm in here for you?" "A little, but that is easily remedied." She smiled and took off her cloak. Beneath she wore a light gown of some thin material. "I hope this gown is appropriate." The dress was loose and flowing but its flimsy nature showed her curves to advantage. He paused for a second, looking at her. "Ummmm.. You look.... Beautiful",Evan nodded slowly,"Yes, that would do fine. It... It seems you have captured the dress style of our homeland very well." Evan took a long sip of his wine and blinked. "You look as if you could walk among us on our hottest of Dornish days." He smiled at her, Evan was glad it was not as bright inside the manse that way she could not see his olive cheeks turning a slight red.
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Post by Marie on Oct 6, 2013 11:09:08 GMT -5
He paused for a second, looking at her. "Ummmm.. You look.... Beautiful",Evan nodded slowly,"Yes, that would do fine. It... It seems you have captured the dress style of our homeland very well." Evan took a long sip of his wine and blinked. "You look as if you could walk among us on our hottest of Dornish days." He smiled at her, Evan was glad it was not at bright inside the manse that way she could not see his olive cheeks turning a slight red. "I'm pleased," she said. "I have never been to Dorne, sadly, so I could but guess. I fear the deserts would prove too hot for me and too dangerous but I would so love to see Sunspear, one day. I am sure it must be most beautiful?"
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 6, 2013 11:13:27 GMT -5
He paused for a second, looking at her. "Ummmm.. You look.... Beautiful",Evan nodded slowly,"Yes, that would do fine. It... It seems you have captured the dress style of our homeland very well." Evan took a long sip of his wine and blinked. "You look as if you could walk among us on our hottest of Dornish days." He smiled at her, Evan was glad it was not at bright inside the manse that way she could not see his olive cheeks turning a slight red. "I'm pleased," she said. "I have never been to Dorne, sadly, so I could but guess. I fear the deserts would prove too hot for me and too dangerous but I would so love to see Sunspear, one day. I am sure it must be most beautiful?" "Oh my lady , but it is", he grinned. "That is why we are most active at night because of the heat, hence Lyssa's choosing of the party hour." Evan stared at her,"We do have the vast deserts but.. Sunspear like all of our cities and towns have a wealth of beauty and live according to our surroundings." He put his arm out for her to take,"Please, have a seat with me and I will tell you about our home." Evan leads her back to the spot where he was seated.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 6, 2013 12:13:20 GMT -5
"Indeed, that is what I am worried about, that is why i wished to make an ally to you and the Mander, you have been at odds for centuries, I wished it that at least for this war, that the south can fight united." He takes a breath, "What do you think?" "I don't want to fight anyone," Lyssandra replied while looking at a few guests. "But I don't have control over who fights me." "War never changes, Lyssandra..." He says quietly then looks to the group gathered. "Well it seems that you are becoming popular, I will let you come see to your guests, and if you wish to talk later we can." He smiles to her, bowing his head.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 6, 2013 13:12:05 GMT -5
Doreah entered the party with all of her children in tow, looking about happily for her kin. It had been a while since they had seen her children, and there were new additions to the family since then--so, she was glad for the opportunity to reunite her Martell family with her Lannister. She straightened Martyn's coat for a moment--the boy was always a mess!--and patted down Sansa's hair, before casting ehr gaze about once some. Oh the set-up of the place! She chuckled aloud behind her fingers--this would be Lyssa's work, for certain. The woman never changed, and Doreah was glad for it!
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 6, 2013 13:37:06 GMT -5
Jennalynn arrived at the Martell gathering, dressed in a simple red gown without any embellishments. She walked up to the hostess and curtsied deeply. "I thank you for the invitation, Lady Martell, and I'd like to offer House Martell a gift from the Vale and House Royce" she said and offered a basket filled with scented candles of different sized and colors. A servant took the basket and showed it to Lyssandra who seemed pleased. "Thank you..Lady Royce is it? I do not think I have ever spoke to anyone from the Vale."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 6, 2013 13:43:03 GMT -5
"I don't want to fight anyone," Lyssandra replied while looking at a few guests. "But I don't have control over who fights me." "War never changes, Lyssandra..." He says quietly then looks to the group gathered. "Well it seems that you are becoming popular, I will let you come see to your guests, and if you wish to talk later we can." He smiles to her, bowing his head. Lyssandra sighed, "I did not know it would be this popular, I am sorry Lord Tully, we can speak later certainly."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 6, 2013 14:12:59 GMT -5
"War never changes, Lyssandra..." He says quietly then looks to the group gathered. "Well it seems that you are becoming popular, I will let you come see to your guests, and if you wish to talk later we can." He smiles to her, bowing his head. Lyssandra sighed, "I did not know it would be this popular, I am sorry Lord Tully, we can speak later certainly." He chuckles. "I understand, you are the lady of the evening. Just come find me if you wish to speak again." He says and bows his head again and walks from her.
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Post by Flex on Oct 6, 2013 14:54:21 GMT -5
Nymeria followed her mother in, wearing a tight and very revealing Dornish gown in red. She smirked, knowing all the men's eyes were drawn to her. Tonight she walked on thin heels, so she could look the men in the eyes with pride.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 6, 2013 15:02:02 GMT -5
As Evan sat drinking and talking with Lady Rhysling, he spotted his sister, Doreah enter the manse with her two young ones. He smiled brightly, until he saw another young woman enter behind her dressed rather provocatively. "That can't be Nymeria", he mumbled under his breath, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked to find Lyssa and see if her expression matched his.
"I hope Aurane doesn't let that young lady walk around like that.. All of the time." He put his glass down,"Excuse me, Lady Rhysling. I shall be right back", he told her with a almost worried look on his face as he went to meet his kin.
He hugged Doreah tightly,"Finally, you arrive..", Evan then looked at the children,"and with... Who may you two be?"
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Post by Flex on Oct 6, 2013 15:09:35 GMT -5
Nymeria looked at Evan as he made his way towards her and placed one delicate hand on her well formed hip.
"Nymeria," She said to him as he asked. "Or Nym, to family." Her smile was dornish Pepper-Honey.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 6, 2013 15:15:07 GMT -5
Her uncle looked from the two young ones,"Yes Nym, I have heard of you." He looked at her dress, then to Doreah and back to Nymeria again,"I am your uncle Evan, seems I have missed your younger years, but you have grown into a beautiful young woman, with the looks of your mother.." He eyed her dress again,"And I"m sure the character and influence of your father."
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