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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2007 23:49:41 GMT -5
Elena Lannister-Plumm enters the feast and smiled brightly at her husband Jayson Plumm. Jayson smiles in return, and then glances up to the Lord's position. Jayson starts edging away trying to discreetly wave away Elena. Elena rolls her eyes and walks over to speak with a minor lady of the Westerlands.
Ser Syward Spicer and several other Goldhand knights enter the feast and make there way over to the food. Even deeply engaged in conversation with two different Ser Vikter Jast and Ser Syward Spicer exchange looks of deep loathing.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 13, 2007 0:18:05 GMT -5
"How about we drop the bottom topic all together," Aerie suggested dryly, following the direction of his eyes. Really now. "As wonderful as the West sounds, I doubt it is what Lord Horace is looking for. I'm sure he is content in his ineptitude, unlike certain other persons." She added the last part with malevolent pleasure. It felt nice to mock people again. Aerie saw Ser Jast look away for a moment, his countenance twisting with aversion. She trailed his gaze to a newly arrived knight, who returned the glance with equal antipathy. “Someone you don’t especially like?” she observed.
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Post by Horas on Jul 13, 2007 1:01:36 GMT -5
"Oh, Aerie. That was unkind," Horas sighs, though he does not look particularly upset. "Even the best men are beaten occasionally, and I see no reason to doubt Ser Vikter's skill."
"My cousin is more or less correct about my views on knighthood, though she has of course stated it in her particularly charming way. It is uncommon for men of my house to become knights in any case. Most Blackwoods still follow the Old Gods, and few are willing to make their vows to a septon for the sake of knighthood."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 13, 2007 1:03:48 GMT -5
"Aye, I hate him." Vikter caresses his knife once before sheathing it. "That is Syward Spicer, never trust him." With out looking back at the women Jast keeps his face steely, "But thats really none of your business, deary." Vikter pulls at his tunic's collar.
"Old Gods, New Gods it doesn't matter. All power comes from the edge of a sword." Jast touches the hilt of his sword.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 13, 2007 1:26:21 GMT -5
Aerie had the grace to blush, meeting Horace's eyes with a sheepish grin. "Well, I suppose it was a little bit..."
Aerie raised her embarrased head at the cold vehemance in Ser Vikter's voice. He was stroking his knife in a way that hinted he wanted to use it. "None of my business?" Aerie squalled in disbelief. "I think it is in my business to know who walks the smame halls as I. Who is he exactly? Don't tell me he unseated you in a tourney as well," Aerie joked feebly, freigning exasperation.
"I for one was rather enjoying our earlier discussion," Alyssa complained with a smile, trying to alleviate the pressure with idle jests. Aerie silenced her with an elbow in the ribs, and Alyssa reluctantly relented.
"Most power comes from the edge of a sword," Aerie corrected thoughtfully. She did not pledge allegiance to any of the Gods really; her sword usually sufficed, however, not everything could be gained through battle and bloodshed. She had come to realize that. "You speak very confidentally of your sword for one outdone by a boy," she remarked, before swallowing her words with a worried glance at her cousin. She did not wish for him to think she had absolutely no restraint. "I was merely jesting," she added, her eyes flickering up to Horace once more. Her smile was a temporary peace offering.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 13, 2007 1:51:19 GMT -5
"Ser Spicer is equal in the Goldhands we are both Lord Bettley's seconds. And we have never fought or I think very likely one of us would be dead." Vikter turned his grim look to Aerie.
"As for my sword, I lost a joust. I didn't even have my sword on my belt. Even if it had been a melee and we had crossed swords, that is a far cry from actual combat. One day you will understand the difference. If you survive." Vikter laughs once sharply.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 2:02:26 GMT -5
Lord Baldwin greets Elane and her escort, "Enjoy your time at Casterly Rock, and thank you for coming." "It feels quite surreal to be back, my lord," Elane says. "The last time I was here, there was a battle going on and I was a nurse. Now there's a tournament! And here are our knights of the Vale. Allow me to introduce you to my nuncle, Ser Robert Royce, the father of Ser Jon Royce, and my Redfort cousins, Ser Alliser, Ser Tommen and Ser Garrett."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 2:06:31 GMT -5
"I'm a knight of the Stormlands now too, my lady," Garrett says with an easy smile. "After I unhorsed Lord Selmy, Lord Rhodri knighted me on the spot and took me into his service, for which I am honored, of course."
Alliser rolls his eyes and glances over the strange Blackwood girl with mild interest.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 13, 2007 2:08:07 GMT -5
Aerie tsked impatiently, propping a hand on her hip. "Is there a reason he is not to be trusted. I'm sure you don't despise him for the fun of it, or does that fall under the category of 'none of my business'?" Aerie was truely curious as to why such animosity existed between two comrades tied to the same cause. It was very interesting indeed.
She snorted at Ser Jast's next words, shaking her head to and fro in disapproval. "Oh, I certainly would plan to survive. I have a defter hand at the sword than you would think, but, alas, you long given up fighting girls. A pity. I could teach you a few things." She ached to add that it ws unfortunate Ser Dondarrion already had, but she bit it back when she shot a look a her merry cousin. Too bad, but maybe next time.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 2:08:41 GMT -5
Garrett ignores his brother and begins enthusiastically asking Lord Sylas Caron and Lord Baldwin about the famous battle.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 13, 2007 2:09:51 GMT -5
Ser Giles, clad in a golden surcoat with a waking black lion, speaks up. "Ah, I was remiss in introducing us, your beauty rendered my friend and I both dumb. We were not in fact born that way. Thank you, Warren, for riding to our rescue." He nods to his senior.
"Warren calls us champions but his shield was raised at Storm's End as well. Two of his battles were adjudged the greatest of the day, against the stern Ser Lucian of Sunspear and his long contest against our oafish ally Ser Felwick over there, the one drinking so heavily he is talking to the wall."
"I have learned to show some respect when Edrick here speaks. If for naught else, he dropped me from my saddle at Storm's End as well, though it took him more than one pass. And to think he started the day as the Redroyce's squire. Let's hope he doesn't share the fate of the Redroyce's prior squire."
Ser Giles reaches for a pitcher, and starts to refill his goblet.
Edrick, enboldened by the praise, offers to take Aerie to dance. He leans in, and whispers, "Whether or not you care to dance, it will take you further from Jast's spittle."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 13, 2007 2:11:01 GMT -5
"I am pleased to meet all of you." Baldwin formally greets all of them, and then asks. "I sent a letter to Lord Royce asking for him to name a Champion for the Joust, did he send word with any of you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 2:13:09 GMT -5
"I don't think so," Elane says, glancing at Ser Giles.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2007 2:14:52 GMT -5
Elane introduces herself to Aerie Blackwood in her usual sweet, amiable way.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 13, 2007 2:21:47 GMT -5
Aerie allowed herself a small, complacent smile and nodded to Ser Giles in an amused manner. "I will take your word for it," she said shrewdly. "Yes, my brother is quite the hero," she added, hiding a slight grimace of distaste; he had received everything she desired while she stood on the sidelines looking on. She had no love for him, only the loyalty of kin. She shook the thoughts of the past out of her head and donned another smile. "Well, at least Ser Jast isn't alone in his shame, though I think you have handled it much better. Ser Edrick is quite the knight then." She glanced over at him with mounting curiousity. He was quiet, but held latent strength, it would seem. Suddenly, the boy spoke again. Aerie could not help but laugh at his quip. "Anything that gets me away from that," she managed with about as much dignity as she could manage at the moment. It wasn't very much.
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