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Post by Marie on Nov 18, 2013 19:20:37 GMT -5
"He's gone North. He went in answer to the High Septon's call, before matters were resolved through other means. I've heard nothing of him since, but I suppose there are fewer opportunities to send a raven in the North. I'm hoping he'll be on his way home by now."
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Post by Marie on Nov 19, 2013 3:32:11 GMT -5
"Unfortunate. Being trapped and away from one's family is not a circumstance I would wish on anyone. Hopefully your brother will be home soon enough too," Gwayne ventured. "I fear I know little of Leyton now. His years with your family have made him near a stranger to me."
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Post by Marie on Nov 19, 2013 16:29:47 GMT -5
"That's good at least," Gwayne observed. "So both of us have kinsmen missing in the North. A strange kind of coincidence, is it not? Did your brother go to answer the High Septon's call too?"
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Post by Marie on Nov 19, 2013 19:58:34 GMT -5
"I see. Her name is...Elinor maybe? Alys? Elsa? Elyssa? Something of that sort. One of the Stark brothers squired for me a while ago, but I don't believe I ever met the sister. But, yes, I can see how difficult that would be for your brother." He paused, thinking. "I hope he came to no harm. A Lannister would make a useful hostage had the Starks wanted to cause trouble."
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Post by Marie on Nov 19, 2013 20:05:42 GMT -5
Gwayne had to laugh at that, since he knew far better than she did how much war could inconvenience a person.
"It really can be. I fear you would be even more shocked if you knew what army camps are like, and how crowded the maesters' tents can become. It is not a sight for a highborn lady, though. We are very lucky that Lord Stark backed down. I've no desire to see the realm go to war again so soon."
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Post by Horas on Nov 19, 2013 20:09:56 GMT -5
"Is that so? I confess my desire to visit is based more on simple curiosity than scholarly pursuit. I suppose it must be useful for your house, to have the Archmaesters so readily at hand." Gareth nodded and smiled. "Very useful." he agreed. "I plan to use their knowledge where I can in the future. Indeed they have recently been very helpful in some recent endeavours of mine that I hope will reap extensive rewards one day." "Recent endeavors?" Bayard queried. "What sort of endeavors would those be? It sounds intriguing." |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Nov 19, 2013 20:34:47 GMT -5
"It will become evident one day Lord Bayard. I intend that your niece will be well provided for." replied Gareth enigmatically.
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Post by Horas on Nov 19, 2013 20:37:07 GMT -5
Bayard raised an eyebrow at that. "Some variety of mercantile endeavor, then?" he asks.
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Post by Marie on Nov 20, 2013 4:36:57 GMT -5
Gwayne had to laugh at that, since he knew far better than she did how much war could inconvenience a person. "It really can be. I fear you would be even more shocked if you knew what army camps are like, and how crowded the maesters' tents can become. It is not a sight for a highborn lady, though." "I could bear it," Sansa said stoutly. "I'm not a lily." "I did not say you were," he replied. "But nobody can be prepared for the sight of a battlefield, nor even an army camp, until they have experienced it for themselves. I hope you never have to." |
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Post by Marie on Nov 20, 2013 17:57:13 GMT -5
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Post by Marie on Nov 20, 2013 17:57:49 GMT -5
"That is for the best, I think. Some things are best not spoken of," Gwayne ventured. "Let us speak no more of war, my lady."
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Post by Marie on Nov 20, 2013 19:35:49 GMT -5
"I write letters, of course, but otherwise I am not inclined to write things for myself," he admitted. "I'm happy to read the works of others now and then but I have had little time to read since before the war. It certainly is a good idea, I agree. I am sure the Citadel will thank you, one day. This is exactly the kind of information they would consider valuable."
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Post by Marie on Nov 20, 2013 20:02:27 GMT -5
"Perhaps they are," he murmured. "I am no expert when it comes to poetry. I know there are some poems in High Valryian and so forth that require a set number of lines and syllables and so forth, but that never interested me very much. But folk tales are well and good, of course. Though what do you do when there are three versions of the same story?"
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Post by Flex on Nov 20, 2013 20:11:52 GMT -5
Nymeria Lannister walked boredly around the hall, already having cause a bit of a scene to her absolute delight. Her dark red dress was just low enough to draw wandering eyes and not low enough to be completely out of place. With one hand fumbling with an earring she looked around for some fun.
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Post by Flex on Nov 20, 2013 20:23:38 GMT -5
Nymeria spotted her sister and gave her a wink, considering whether to join her or not. No doubt it would make her highly uncomfortable.
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Hope you all are well and happy.