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Post by Ellinda on Nov 23, 2007 20:10:14 GMT -5
Sexy Allyrion asks Dacey Florent for a dance.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 23, 2007 20:10:57 GMT -5
"Oh Alphonse," she says disarmingly, "he is quite charming." She fiddles slightly with her dress and then looks up again with a weepy eye.
"Lord Varner, have you heard any word about my husband? I worry about him so with him in prison."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 23, 2007 20:12:28 GMT -5
Dacey looks at her his mother and then smiles, "of course, I'd love to." She follows him to the ball room floor.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 23, 2007 20:13:23 GMT -5
Francis weighed whether or not the truth fit in this particular situation, and decided it didn't. "I've spoken to the Lord Regent of the King and the King's hand as to the situation and I'm hopeful that they will be amendable to offering lenience, but it is too early for promises."
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Post by Fel on Nov 23, 2007 20:13:59 GMT -5
"The Reach." She said simply, feigning disinterest in her dance partner. "And you, where are you from?" "A question who's answer's complexity is only outdone by it's ability to bore someone," Lucas smiled lightly at his joke, "essentially I was born in the Iron Islands, and grew up in the Riverlands." "The Reach is a big place, my lady, care to be more specific?"
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 23, 2007 20:15:56 GMT -5
Sexy does a number of very elegant dance manuveurs. He is obviously both an excellent dancer and very aware of the fact.
He does, however, give Dacey a warm smile when he leads her through a series of particularly intricate moves.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 23, 2007 20:16:24 GMT -5
Lady Florent sighs, "Well I guess that is all we can hope for." She waves over to her son Steffan who sulkingly comes over. "Lord Varner, this is my son and Alphonse's heir Ser Steffan."
"Hello, Lord Regent," he says in his ridiculously looking lavendar shirt.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 20:17:11 GMT -5
"Honeyholt." The woman remarked, smiling only faintly. "Though I imagine it was not as exciting as the Iron Islands..." The woman began, her eyes seeming to spark with interest.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 23, 2007 20:18:16 GMT -5
Dacey smiles charmingly, trying her best not to step on the Dornishmen's feet.
"You are as good a dancer as you are a fencer, good ser."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 23, 2007 20:19:56 GMT -5
"Indeed milady, We shall hold our collective breaths." Francis said, before turning to the goofy-looking young man in the lavender shirt.
"Ser Steffan. I seem to remember seeing you in the melee, moments before I had my bell rung." Lady Anne pinched Francis playfully, a reminder from a previous argument. "How did you fair?"
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Post by Fel on Nov 23, 2007 20:21:38 GMT -5
"Honeyholt." The woman remarked, smiling only faintly. "Though I imagine it was not as exciting as the Iron Islands..." The woman began, her eyes seeming to spark with interest. "Honeyholt, that would make you a Beesbury then, correct?" "The Iron Islands are interesting enough, I suppose. They are only for a particular type of person, I believe. A person of comfort would find no joy there. Does the place interest you, my lady?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 23, 2007 20:23:01 GMT -5
"About as well Lord Regent." Ser Steffan says not looking Francis in the eye. "I was out before I knew what happened," he holds up a tiny scratch on his left arm. "I was hit pretty early see."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 20:24:17 GMT -5
"I am a Beesbury." She said, emotionless. "And yes the Iron Islands interest me. Only the truest of men live there. Hardened seafarers and terrific fighters. Do you have a castle on Pyke?" She asked, almost innocently.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 23, 2007 20:26:59 GMT -5
"Well, it happens to all of us from time to time. I believe it was Ser Alexander Irwyn who gave you that wasn't it? Fine young knight Ser Alexander, Stoatheart is pleased to have his service."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 23, 2007 20:30:57 GMT -5
"We have had the pleasure of meeting Ser Alex before," Lady Florent says as her son clams up. "He helped my daughter Dacey out of a tight spot when he was in Highgarden waiting for the Royce's."
"He was lucky, thats all mother," Ser Steffan interupts, "if I had seen him coming he would of been on the flat of his back."
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