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Post by Ellinda on Nov 25, 2007 2:53:28 GMT -5
She smiled slightly at his clumsiness and at his not unwelcome efforts to patch over the awkwardness of her statement, "Shahi" she answered. "It was my Dothraki grandmother's name" she continued, dropping another unpleasant fact about herself into the conversation.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 25, 2007 2:56:19 GMT -5
He was proud to have survived intact, when the next shock came. Maybe that explains these eyes. "Dothraki? How did she come to Westeros, or... how did your grandfather find her?"
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 25, 2007 8:29:01 GMT -5
"My grandfather was a minor member of the Mormont family who had gotten exiled for some misdeed involving chasing skirts and had ended up in the Free Cities. There he met my grandmother, reportedly very beautiful her youth. She was a seamstress there. He convinced her first to marry him and then to go back to Westeros. Don't know why as his family continued to shun him and his new family--my grandmother had my mother by then."
Shahi stopped, suddenly aware that she shouldn't be rehashing her dirty linen for this good looking young knight. Stupid Shahi, she thought. If you haven't scared him off already, he's going to go running now. And then a little voice in her head added, And he's nice.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 25, 2007 10:56:57 GMT -5
"It wouldn't do to have the youngest daughter married off before the eldest son. We shall find the son a wife, and than the daughter can have her wedding as well. Agreed?" "No I would think not," Lady Florent offered, "You have my thanks Lord Regent" she pauses to propose a toast ". . . to the strenthening of our families and the strengthening of the Reach," Sybil Florent offers before raising the wine that Ser Gilbert had brought earlier, to her lucious lips. |
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Post by The Flint on Nov 25, 2007 12:59:56 GMT -5
Francis wondered internally where he would find a suitable bride for that poofy son of hers. No matter. A solution would present itself, they always did. As Francis and Lady Sybil clinked glasses, Anne returned from visiting Haley Tyrell. She put her arms around her husband and whispered something in his ear. Francis nodded. Haley than turned to Lady Florent. "Milady if you'll excuse my husband for a moment, he has a promise to keep."
Lady Varner led Francis to the dance floor for the next several songs.
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 25, 2007 13:18:21 GMT -5
Anne grinned as she and Francis twirled across the floor. "I told you you could dance."
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 25, 2007 14:22:55 GMT -5
Jeyne Farman dances in the dancing tent.
ooc: For Tytos
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 25, 2007 14:28:09 GMT -5
Roland tried to look out over her head to hide any emotion that may have been passing over his face, as the song ended. He finally looked back down at her as the next began, trying to look impassive. "That's quite a tale, Shahi. So, how about you? What brings you to this tournament?"
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 25, 2007 14:29:03 GMT -5
Daven Hersey knew he should be mixing with some of the noble ladies, his father had been pestering him to get married. Instead he sat, and drank heavily.
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 25, 2007 14:50:30 GMT -5
Jeyne Farman dances in the dancing tent. ooc: For Tytos Lord Erryk Mallister walks over to Jeyne Farman, smiling. "M'Lady, could I have this dance?" Erryk puts his hand out, his beautiful face and smile shocking those around him. |
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 25, 2007 14:55:33 GMT -5
She blushes deeply, and lets him take her, "Why of course, m'lord."
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 25, 2007 16:03:15 GMT -5
Lord Erryk takes her hand and pulls her onto the dance floor, and starts spinning her around. She guides their dance, as graceful as any man. "You are quite the dance, Jeyne." Erryk commented, as the dance ended. He brought Jeyne in close, looking into her deep eyes. "You have beautiful eyes, Jeyne." Erryk said, before kissing her.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 25, 2007 17:02:12 GMT -5
"Oh...Ohh, Eryyk." Jeyne nearly moaned as he moved to kiss her.
ooc: In one thread we have characters kissing, in the other we have them fighting.
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Post by Fel on Nov 25, 2007 17:07:34 GMT -5
Ser Lucas inclines his head to the side, watching the awkward public display of affection.
Lucas decides to leave the tent.
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 25, 2007 17:36:09 GMT -5
Erryk led Jeyne out of the tent, mumbling about her beauty and exquisite body.
Ooc: That is pretty weird. A fight and love affair at the same.
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Hope you all are well and happy.