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Post by The Flint on Jan 13, 2008 0:10:39 GMT -5
"I had no idea until they told me. I hoped for a boy though." Anne smiled, "Whether its a boy or a girl I'm sure it'll be full of energy. Both you and your lord husband seem to be always on the move, its quite exhausting just to watch. Have you thought about how long you will be staying with us. You're brother is at Uplands, perhaps you'd rather be there? At least you could settle into your new home."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 13, 2008 0:19:01 GMT -5
Dacey smiled, she had not traveled yet to Uplands. Alexander had described the place as a lovely keep tucked away at the foot of the mountains. The keep marked one of the only routes through the moutains into the Far Reach from Dorne.
"Well I guess I should be going soon. I wish Alexander was there with me though." Dacey said pouting. "Steffan can be such a bore sometimes," she half laughed thinking of her brother.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 13, 2008 0:35:58 GMT -5
"Yes, but you need to make Uplands your home. It will take time getting used to. In that it almost helps that your Lord husband is away. The servants get used to seeing you, and taking orders." Anne smiled.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 13, 2008 0:49:02 GMT -5
"Well, perhaps I will make preperations it is not such a far ride to Uplands from here now that the road is completed. I will leave in 2 days."
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Post by The Flint on Jan 13, 2008 0:55:09 GMT -5
Anne smiled. "I wish you could stay. I shall miss having you here." Anne said. "But we must all do our duties in these times."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 13, 2008 0:57:34 GMT -5
"Indeed and you will have to visit when I am settled, I would love your advice as you already had to add the womanly touch to one keep."
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Post by The Flint on Jan 13, 2008 0:59:03 GMT -5
"It would be my pleasure Dacey." Anne said, as she gets up and puts a now sleeping Cyrus in his cradle.
"Do be careful." She said, turning and suddenly hugging the young girl. "We'll get through this."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 13, 2008 1:08:56 GMT -5
Dacey smiled, she knew they would, they had to. "Your right, we'll get through this together and with the strength of the Seven. Goodbye Anne."
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Post by The Flint on Jan 13, 2008 1:11:25 GMT -5
"Goodbye Dacey." Anne said, wiping away a little tear.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 13, 2008 1:13:12 GMT -5
////////// Dacey Florent Irwyn and a small group of knights leave Stoatheart enroute to Uplands.
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Post by brigida on Jan 18, 2008 0:29:11 GMT -5
Tristeza Martell and Kardaine arrived in the early evening to the Varner residence in the Far Reach, having heard with pleasure upon their departure from Lord Tarly's keep, that Francis was currently spending time in the reach. Tristeza could no resist the urge to visit her childhood companion, and travelled thereupon to his home.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 18, 2008 0:32:12 GMT -5
The young Martell and her companion arrived to find the gates shut and crossbowmen on the towers
"Oi, who goes there and what's your business?" cries one of the crossbowmen.
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Post by brigida on Jan 18, 2008 0:33:38 GMT -5
Kardine boomed in a voice seemingly too deep, "The Lady Tristeza Martell seeks audience with the esteemed Lord Francis Verner."
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Post by The Flint on Jan 18, 2008 0:41:17 GMT -5
The Dornish name seems to make the men snap too, and they watch the two a little closer. Finally the gate is raised.
"Head in!" shouts the crossbowman again, perhaps as close as he'd ever come to a Dornishman in his life.
Lady Tristeza and her companion are met in the Gatehouse by Lady Anne Varner, and Ser Osmund Hillcrest.
"Lady Tristeza, what a pleasure." Francis' wife says, she is smiling, but it does not seem entirely geniune. "And a surprise. I know that you and my husband were friends long ago, but I thought that the current unpleasantness would preclude visits. Or is this for business?"
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Post by brigida on Jan 18, 2008 0:44:48 GMT -5
Tristeza smiled at her friend's wife pleasantly, and with true sincerity. "My dear Lady Varner, everything is for business." she said amicably. "As to the surprise--I try not to be entirely too predicatible...It is not only dull, but often likely to get one killed. I am sorry if I have intruded upon any family engagement?"
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