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Post by guest1 on Jul 12, 2007 4:01:46 GMT -5
Prince Elester smiled politely:
"A pleasure to meet you too. Don't worry about the melee, sometimes matters of state must step over the entertainments to ensure peace in these two realms. Perhaps I am more fortunate here than at Storm's End."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2007 6:24:13 GMT -5
Lord Baldwin approached Lord Red Royce and Pince Martell, "Welcome to you both. Prince Martell I hope you have as pleasant a stay here as I have had in my many trips to Dorne. Lord Rhodri, I am glad you could come, both now and five years ago. We owe you a debt of gratitude."
"Rhodri have you picked a champion of the south yet?" Baldwin glanced at Poggs, and his steward wave over a servant carrying a tray of wine.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2007 7:07:33 GMT -5
Ser Vikter Jast sees Edrick Dondarrion and frowns. Vikter swiftly slides his long, curved knife from its sheath. He slices a roast in half, and stabs one portion with his blade. Walking over toward Ser Edrick Dondarrion he takes a large bite from the roast.
Swallowing Ser Jast says, "You got lucky last time. Next time we met boy-knight you will not fair so well. Maybe I will crack your head open like an egg." Looking with barely feigned surprise at Aerie, "I am sorry I didn't mean to speak so frankly in front of your Betrothed. She has a spicy look to her, you don't deserve her." He takes another bite from the spitted roast.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2007 8:35:49 GMT -5
Elane enters on the arm of Ser Garrett Redfort, who is looking sparklingly beautiful. His brothers enter behind him with Ser Robert Royce, whose arm is mending quickly.
Elane sees her Aunt Lilith and is about to hail her, but refrains tactfully when she notices Piers.
"Let me introduce you to Baldwin Lannister and the others," she tells Garrett.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2007 9:01:54 GMT -5
Lord Baldwin greets Elane and her escort, "Enjoy your time at Casterly Rock, and thank you for coming."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 12, 2007 10:26:59 GMT -5
Ser Giles Grandison, standing with Dondarrion, comments to Jast "You speak with a lot of confidence. Tell me, has your tailbone recovered from your fall? Have you been able to extract all of the gravel from your buttocks?"
Dondarrion looks on.
Grandison says again, "So if Edrick is a mere boy-knight, and you lost to him, what does that make you? A man-squire?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 12, 2007 14:22:33 GMT -5
Aerie arched an amused eyebrow as two young knights from the Royce entourage edged their way armed with ready smiles. "Run while you still can Alyssa," she whispered jokingly. "I see two of those ridiculous knight fellows coming this way." Aerie returned her gaze to the approaching figures and deigned to offer them a humorous smile, her acid green eyes coruscating with latent mischief. Alyssa nudged her under their many folds of garment, and Aerie opened her mouth to proffer a greeting.
However, before the girl could get anything out, a surly man corded in muscle moved menacingly forward and confronted the knights with a dour frown. Aerie hissed in annoyance and considered the rude man with a violent stare that promised retribution. She watched him with mingled irritation and interest while he deliberately ate from a flap of meat impaled into his knife and regurgitated foolish threats and insults he could not enforce. Her smile turned petulant.
Then she heard his next words. I am sorry I didn't mean to speak so frankly in front of your Betrothed. She has a spicy look to her, you don't deserve her. She swelled like a mother goose driven from her nest, puffing out her chest in contempt and ready to tear the man’s face off with her fingernails. His betrothed? Betrothed?? Aerie Firestorm was nobody’s possession and she had no intention of playing the suicidal marriage game with some fat, oily lordling. She looked spicy did she? She would show him spicy. Her mouth opened to snap the knight’s nose off, but for the second time that day, she was interrupted.
Aerie’s tirade turned into a snort of derisive laughter at Ser Grandison’s shrewd remarks. She shot him an appreciative, yet calculating glance, sizing him up like tonight’s supper with amused and thoughtful eyes. “It makes him an idiot, more or less, Ser Grandison,” she said tartly. Now she considered Dondarrion with curiosity. He had defeated this man-squire had he? Perhaps they could practice together sometime or…now that was foolishness. She had to remember to act like a goddamn woman around these people. “But I find it vastly amusing that you lost to a mere boy, man-squire.” She turned to the unfortunate brute. “Perhaps you would like to have a round with me sometime and see yourself lose to a girl as well. When you do one, you might as well do the other. And I sincerely hope you won’t act like such an ass after I have torn you spine from your mouth with your nice utensil-knife, though. No hygiene at all…”
Alyssa stared at the squire with pity. “You should not have called her his betrothed,” she chastised softly, shaking her blond curls. “That is one thing that is sure to set her off.” And indeed it was.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 12, 2007 14:48:53 GMT -5
"Ser Vikter, I did not realize this young lady was your ward to commit to marriage. Or am I your ward, and you are commiting me to marriage to her? Though if she wields the knife the way she claims, perhaps you've a better match than you know," Dondarrion says with a smile, emerging from his shell. "I like her rather more than I did before now that I know she can bite."
Ser Giles just laughs.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2007 17:01:21 GMT -5
Opening his mouth to reply Vikter realizes it is full off food. Closing it he chews for another moment before swallowing. Eying Giles up and down Ser Jast lets a pleased sneer grow on his hard face, "The better man loses all the time Boy's friend. I've seen a dirty peasant boy armed with a pitchfork kill a trained, and armored knight." Flicking his eyes over to Aerie for a second, he continues to Grandison, "And my ass is fine, but you should stop thinking about it."
Wiping his mouth Jast looks at Aerie and Edrick, "If I mistook your relationship I am sorry. We all like to sample the wares before we buy." Vikter's eye almost winks, but not quite, "And I don't fight girls, far too dangerous." He rips a piece of meat free and places in his mouth; licking his fingers one by one.
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Post by Horas on Jul 12, 2007 21:20:17 GMT -5
The doors open, and a party of riverlanders enter.
Warren Blackwood, heir to Raventree Hall, leads them. He seems to have developed a liking for the joust after his brief reign as a champion at Rhodri's tournament. Accompanying him is Kevan Mallister, with more swagger than sense, and Benfred Vance, a man who has turned shameless flattery into a form of art.
Also travelling with the group is Warren's cousin Horas, and Horas' guard captain, Ser Kennos Keath.
After politely greeting the host of the tourney, Horas breaks off from the group and walks over to Aerie Blackwood, his youngest cousin. She is surrounded by a group of young men -- that was nothing new, of course. Horas did not know his young cousin well, as he was away in the east for most of her childhood, but the few times he encountered her around Raventree Hall, she always seemed to be toying with some suitor or another.
"Greetings, Aerie," Horas says, "I was unaware that you would be attending Lord Baldwin's tournament. Have you come to cheer on your older brother, or perhaps some young knight?" Horas' eyes turn to the young Edrick Dondarrion.
"I saw you tilt at Lord Royce's tourney, Ser. I am no man of the sword, but it seemed to me that your victory was well deserved. Though you had best watch yourself; I fear half of my cousin's entourage has vowed to unseat you come tomorrow." Horas' blue lips curl into a pleasant smile.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 12, 2007 21:29:14 GMT -5
Aerie turned her attention to the quiet one of the two knights, and a wry smile flickered upon her affronted lips. At least some people could appreciate a female who had a tongue and did not sit demurely while others jested boorishly in her face. “Bite?” she quipped innocently. “Surely I do not bite.” She flashed Alyssa a meaningful glance, but the woman was still considering Ser Vikter with the cool confidence of a lioness observing her prey. The poor woman had it in her mind that she was Aerie’s bodyguard, or something.
Aerie’s eyes slid over to the offending knight in time to see him take a mighty swallow and once more open his giant mouth. Well, the fellow did have a fair amount of audacity, to compare a wife to wares while denying his originally intent. At first, she could not suppress a giggle at the squire's comment about his bottom. However, soon afterwards, Aerie’s mouth thinned into a dangerous line. “Perhaps you would like to sample the wares of my sword?” She offered him with a sickly sweet smile, but the malevolence glittering in her eyes gave her away. “Well, before I am forced to kill you at this charitable gathering, I don’t think I know your name. Or yours,” she added as close to graciously as she could manage to the two young knights. “I think a friendly introduction will bring out the little proprieties you harbor, man-squire. Otherwise, I think Alyssa will stew you for supper, and I fear I will have to join her. Mother would not like that a bit, you see.” She stared expectantly at the small gathering with a bare curve of a smile tilting across her face.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 12, 2007 21:44:10 GMT -5
Aerie gave a start as someone called her name, breaking her eyes away from the knights and squire. She watched him pull away from his entourage of fellow Blackwoods and make his way towards her with a warm, knowing smile. It made her turn slightly red. “Why, my dear cousin Horace,” she chirruped in surprise, “I did not think you would be attending as well. I didn’t feel much like traveling with mother and father, you see,” she admitted rakishly, “so I decided to sneak off on my own. I see my past has caught up with me.” She shifted uncomfortably then, glancing over at her little congregation. She had not missed the direction of her cousin’s stare. Everyone thought her the little flirt, but she was not earnest. She didn’t mind toying with young fellows, but she always moved on in her laughing, noncommittal way after she grew bored of the sport with a particular specimen. “I had come to experience the festivities,” she said evasively, looking over to Alyssa for help—she could not tell him she had come to sniff out the social competition—and Alyssa moved to her side with lithe fluidity.
“These are Aerie’s little friends,” Alyssa drawled, “but we have yet to learn their names, unfortunately. They are rather guarded with their tongues.” Aerie laughed softly at that.
“Don’t worry,” Aerie sniffed to the quiet knight. “They all have bigger mouths than talent, to be sure.” How Aerie had wanted to compete in a tourney herself; any mention of it sent a jolt of longing trilling down her spine. “I’m sure you will live to see tomorrow, at least.” She spoke with a straight face, avoiding her usual flippant manner under the scrutiny of her cousin. She did not know him well, so who knew what tales he would carry to her mother. “Do you plan to compete yourself, Horace?” she asked with deliberate nonchalance. "And you all?" she nodded to the men.
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Post by Horas on Jul 12, 2007 22:16:07 GMT -5
"Ah," Horas replies, "I am afraid I have not been properly introduced either, but I know both young men by reputation. If I may?" Horas asks, looking at the two stormland knights. "Ser Giles Grandison and Ser Edrick Dondarrion, both tourney champions of some renown. But where are my manners? I am Horas Blackwood. With us is my cousin, the Lady Aerie, and her companion, Lady Alyssa."
"As to the tourney -- I think not. My master-at-arms long ago decided making a knight out of me was a futile endeavor." Horas laughed softly. "My father insisted I bring armor and a lance, but I fear they will spend the duration of this trip rusting away in my pavillion."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 12, 2007 23:02:09 GMT -5
Aerie laughed with gusto, a hand clutched lightly to her chest. He did have a charming sense of humor. "Then you are fortunate we appreciate you all the same, dashing knight or no." She returned her gaze to the gathering once more. "I did not know I was in the presence of such infamous Sers," she said in mock discomfiture. “You must excuse my airiness, and accept my humble apologies. Let me amend my blunder. May I introduce this fine fellow to you, cousin? This is Man-Squire, and I think there is a problem with his bottom, but I cannot be sure. I think his rather embarrassing loss at the tourney caused certain muscles to cramp up, but Ser Giles has a somewhat different theory. I do not think I should repeat it.” She grinned impishly at the squire; he had received just punishment for insinuating women needed to be taken on test drives.
“Shall I check his bottom, Lady Aerie?” Alyssa asked with utter innocence, fluttering her eyelashes. “I have quite a hand with medicine, I must admit. Perhaps it is something treatable, though this ego and self-deception do not seem to be.” Aerie’s face curled into a brazen smile, barely holding back her boorish laughter. They should not speak this way in front of Horace, but Aerie could not help herself.
“I’m sorry, Alyssa, but I think the squire has already set his sights on Ser Giles. He seemed rather pleased when Ser Giles made a comment on his bottom, anyway.”
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2007 23:39:23 GMT -5
Ser Jast had silently chewed on his food while listening to the exchanges and words flying around the ever growing circle. Finishing the last of his roast he replies, "Horas you should have been born into the Westlands, we buy all our nobles knighthoods, regardless of martial skills. I am called Ser Vikter Jast of the Broken Ass. If any wish to examine it I will gladly take it out. Otherwise maybe it is time to discuss some one else's ass." Vikter focuses his dark eyes on the two woman as he licks his knife clean.
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