Post by The Smith on Mar 27, 2008 20:15:12 GMT -5
Aryanna was walking down a flowery street when he approached her. Meryn Tall was of a height that his name promised and
he had hinted several times that there was more to him that was tall. His shoulderlength blond hair was slightly curly, and it's
color matched that of his skin and especially his eyes, which were as green as the gardens of this magnificent city. He approached
her boldly and gave her one of his special smiles. "My lady, you dare walk the streets without protection?" Aryanna laughed.
"Ser Meryn, on these streets and in the light of day, no woman needs protection." For a moment Meryn's face dropped.
"I am not a knight, lady Dayne." "And I am not a lady." Aryanna replied. "Nor am I a Dayne." Meryn smiled. "How can someone
as beautifull as you not be a lady? Or a Dayne? They tell tales of the female Dayne's... tales that make men grow." Aryanna found
him absurd. "If I were a Dayne, good Meryn, I would be married to my kin. Now, would you like to 'escort' me back to Ser
Brynden's manse, or not?" Meryn's laughed his cocky laugh again. "Oh, must you be so unapproachable!" For a moment she
hesitated. Then she pulled up close to his ear an whispered "I am far more approachable in bed, Ser Meryn." Tall seemed shocked,
but he got the hint. He winked and let his smile disappear from his lips. "I am not a knight."
Later that evening there was a knock on her door, like she knew there would be. He didn't even wait for her to answer, but came
entered on his own accord. In his hand he held a rose so red she had never seen the likes; a rose so red it seemed almost
repulsive. She was already lying in bed and had two cups of wine ready. The sight of her, the parts that were not covered up, seemed
to raise Meryn's blood. "I see you've come prepared." Aryanna said as she waved him in. Meryn shut the door and looked around
the room as he slowly walked to the foot of the bed. "So, Aryanna, do you like to talk, or get right to it?" She smiled. "I like to
drink before." Aryanna handed him the cup from her left hand and drank out of her own. It was a sweet wine, one she was not too
fond of, but it was the only bottle she had been able to get her hands on. Meryn took his and sniffed. "Ah, a fine red it seems. The
sweeter the better I usually say, and it applies to many things." "Even women?" Aryanna asked. Meryn smiled. "Especially women."
Meryn raised the cup to his lips and drank it in one big gulp. Putting his cup onto a table, Meryn made his way to the side of the
bed but suddenly he stopped. His face dropped and what looked like fear appeared in his eyes. "You... bitch!" he tried to say, but
it came out more like a cough. Suddenly his hands wen to his throat and he started shaking. Aryanna started to panic. This was not
what was supposed to happen. As Meryn trant fell to the floor, flailing around and trying to suck in air, Aryanna jumped up and
ran to her bag. She opened it and found the little chest she kept. Opening it up she looked for the small white bottle but by then it was
too late. Meryn Tall was dead. As she tried to calm herself, she thought of how her plan went wrong. 'The poison was supposed to
turn him impotent, not dead.' she thought, looking through her little chest. And then she became aware of her fault. The pouch
containing the milder poison was dark brown, the other, containing the strangler, which her mother had bestowed on her when she
was just a child, was purple. In the darkness of a room only lit by a single candle they both looked alike. Both were stones in the same
shape as well, so anyone could have made the mistake. "Well, not everyone!" she screamed. "Someone who wasn't stupid might not
make that mistake!" But it was too late now.
Through blackened alleys and shadowy streets Aryanna made her way towards the city gates. By the morrow they would find
Meryn Tall's dead body in her room. By the morning she would have to be gone. So, making her way as quickly to the gates of
possible, Aryanna left the city.
he had hinted several times that there was more to him that was tall. His shoulderlength blond hair was slightly curly, and it's
color matched that of his skin and especially his eyes, which were as green as the gardens of this magnificent city. He approached
her boldly and gave her one of his special smiles. "My lady, you dare walk the streets without protection?" Aryanna laughed.
"Ser Meryn, on these streets and in the light of day, no woman needs protection." For a moment Meryn's face dropped.
"I am not a knight, lady Dayne." "And I am not a lady." Aryanna replied. "Nor am I a Dayne." Meryn smiled. "How can someone
as beautifull as you not be a lady? Or a Dayne? They tell tales of the female Dayne's... tales that make men grow." Aryanna found
him absurd. "If I were a Dayne, good Meryn, I would be married to my kin. Now, would you like to 'escort' me back to Ser
Brynden's manse, or not?" Meryn's laughed his cocky laugh again. "Oh, must you be so unapproachable!" For a moment she
hesitated. Then she pulled up close to his ear an whispered "I am far more approachable in bed, Ser Meryn." Tall seemed shocked,
but he got the hint. He winked and let his smile disappear from his lips. "I am not a knight."
Later that evening there was a knock on her door, like she knew there would be. He didn't even wait for her to answer, but came
entered on his own accord. In his hand he held a rose so red she had never seen the likes; a rose so red it seemed almost
repulsive. She was already lying in bed and had two cups of wine ready. The sight of her, the parts that were not covered up, seemed
to raise Meryn's blood. "I see you've come prepared." Aryanna said as she waved him in. Meryn shut the door and looked around
the room as he slowly walked to the foot of the bed. "So, Aryanna, do you like to talk, or get right to it?" She smiled. "I like to
drink before." Aryanna handed him the cup from her left hand and drank out of her own. It was a sweet wine, one she was not too
fond of, but it was the only bottle she had been able to get her hands on. Meryn took his and sniffed. "Ah, a fine red it seems. The
sweeter the better I usually say, and it applies to many things." "Even women?" Aryanna asked. Meryn smiled. "Especially women."
Meryn raised the cup to his lips and drank it in one big gulp. Putting his cup onto a table, Meryn made his way to the side of the
bed but suddenly he stopped. His face dropped and what looked like fear appeared in his eyes. "You... bitch!" he tried to say, but
it came out more like a cough. Suddenly his hands wen to his throat and he started shaking. Aryanna started to panic. This was not
what was supposed to happen. As Meryn trant fell to the floor, flailing around and trying to suck in air, Aryanna jumped up and
ran to her bag. She opened it and found the little chest she kept. Opening it up she looked for the small white bottle but by then it was
too late. Meryn Tall was dead. As she tried to calm herself, she thought of how her plan went wrong. 'The poison was supposed to
turn him impotent, not dead.' she thought, looking through her little chest. And then she became aware of her fault. The pouch
containing the milder poison was dark brown, the other, containing the strangler, which her mother had bestowed on her when she
was just a child, was purple. In the darkness of a room only lit by a single candle they both looked alike. Both were stones in the same
shape as well, so anyone could have made the mistake. "Well, not everyone!" she screamed. "Someone who wasn't stupid might not
make that mistake!" But it was too late now.
Through blackened alleys and shadowy streets Aryanna made her way towards the city gates. By the morrow they would find
Meryn Tall's dead body in her room. By the morning she would have to be gone. So, making her way as quickly to the gates of
possible, Aryanna left the city.