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Post by Fel on Nov 23, 2007 20:52:06 GMT -5
An internal battle raged between Lucas' morals and another important driving factor.
He decided he could be moral in the morn.
"Yes, too uncouth, that's quite it. The Ironborn could not accept how... er wild and ferocious I was!"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 23, 2007 20:52:13 GMT -5
Dacey comes when she is called. Unlike her brother she looks directly into Lord Varner's eyes. She smiles sweetly, yet since her politicking is not as good as her mother Lord Varner can tell she is slightly annoyed by her mother's actions.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 20:55:32 GMT -5
Nathilda pressed a lacquered nail to her lip. "How terribly fortunate that we have met on this night." She practically whispered. She ran a finger down the length of the man's arm, before smiling knowingly.
"Well. It has been a nice dance, Lord Harlaw. Perhaps we will dance again later tonight." It wasn't a question. Lucas knew that it would be entirely up to her.
Without a second glance to the youth, Nathilda was back among the throng of people.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 23, 2007 20:57:43 GMT -5
"So young Lady, you seem very comely indeed. I'm sure the suitors must stretch the length of the Honeywyne to ask for your hand. But are you as clever as your mother? A Lord needs his wife to be a lady of wisdom, for its the one person upon whose council he can trust. If he has a good wife that is."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 23, 2007 21:00:49 GMT -5
"well, Lady Lilith would know, her healing skills are renowned. There will be, permanent damage?" Lady Anne asks, her voice conveying concern and horror at the possibility of her own husband being so wounded.
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Post by Fel on Nov 23, 2007 21:02:50 GMT -5
Now that the girl was no longer pressing comfortably against him, a surge of guilt came over Lucas for lying.
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Post by melon on Nov 23, 2007 21:03:19 GMT -5
"We don't know it is too soon. He may recover to full strength or he may not." Haley takes a sip of her wine.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 23, 2007 21:06:22 GMT -5
Lady Anne gave a worried frown. Her mission to bring cheer was clearly failing. "Well I'm hopeful. If there is anything we can do to make this time easier for you please let me know."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 23, 2007 21:07:53 GMT -5
"Mi lord, I study hard although I would have to let others be the judge of my intelligence," Dacey says.
As Dacey talks, Ser Gilbert and Ser Alexander enter the Dancing tent. Ser Alexander appears to be in a good mood and the two Varner knights make there way to get some refreshments.
"Dacey is very intelligent, Lord Varner," Sybil Florent offers, "she is being tutored in Valyrian by the Maester at Brightwater Keep."
Dacey blushes, she had only a couple of lessons in Valyrian, and could maybe mutter hello, what was her mother doing, she thought.
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Post by melon on Nov 23, 2007 21:09:28 GMT -5
"Francis is a good man I knew he would help. He had already pledged if Tallahar was to pass," A small sob escapes Haley, "That he would stand for me taking up the mantle of running Uplands." Haley takes Anne hand, "Tell your husband Thank you from the both of us."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 23, 2007 21:12:14 GMT -5
Francis offered a brief Valyrian greeting, affecting a slight Tyroshi accent, but he stumbled when he tried to get more complex. "My grammar is terrible unfortunately, and I haven't had much time to study either. I'm sure you study harder than I did growing up though." He said, while he calculated who was more crafty, the lady Fox or her little pup.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 23, 2007 21:14:27 GMT -5
"Well I'm sure he knows you'd raise young William to be a good and loyal lord." Lady Anne said as she reached out and hugged the older woman gently. "But that's not going to happen now, and Lord Tallahar will be at Uplands for a long long time."
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Post by melon on Nov 23, 2007 21:15:50 GMT -5
"Yes Yes." Haley stops and looks down at her wine.
OOC: Going off now feel like Shit.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 23, 2007 21:20:15 GMT -5
"That was very good mi lord," Dacey smiles hoping that will be the extent of their talk in Valyrian.
Ser Gilbert approaches with some Flagons of ale. "Lord Varner, I see your cups run dry," the bastard knight trying to hand him one of the Flagons. When he sees Dacey he smiles, "Mi Lady, and is this your sister?" he says looking at the Lady Florent.
Ser Alexander follows with some wine. "Or if you prefer something with a bit more class," Alexander stops dead in his tracks when he sees Dacey and his mother."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 23, 2007 21:25:27 GMT -5
Francis took the offered ale and wine, and placed them both on the table, while drinking in the reaction Alexander gave upon seeing Dacey Florent. "I shall take both your offerings good knights, rather than be forced to choose." Francis smiled. "Ser Alexander, Ser Gilbert, may I introduce you to The Lady Sybil Florent, and her daughter Dacey Florent, of Brightwater Keep." Lady Sybil bowed formally, smiling with her lips while glowering at Ser Gilbert with her eyes.
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