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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 9, 2008 12:19:03 GMT -5
Ser Jeorge Estermont helped himself to a large selection of wines and within the hour he was horribly, horribly, drunk.
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 9, 2008 14:03:31 GMT -5
"Aye you would be correct. My Haley is most beautiful woman in Realm. She is also the smartest."
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Post by Fel on Apr 9, 2008 14:29:04 GMT -5
Marq Tyrell stood nearby, resplendent in the flower and rising sun of Lord Tallahar Tyrell, with a goblet of wine in hand.
"You are right, milord, just my poor luck you managed to stumble upon her before I," he grinned, "and her poor luck aswell."
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 9, 2008 14:31:40 GMT -5
"Oh shut up you." Tallahar smiles at the newly Knighted Marq.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 9, 2008 15:42:19 GMT -5
"Tell us what magic you worked to get those damned priests under your thumb," Aranya asked her cousin, indicating that the first serving of every dish should be to him. Brandon chuckled. "There was no magic in truth. I sat fire to a tree I had hanged two goats in. If you turn truly fanatical you would believe that pretty much anything is a sign from the gods" |
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Post by House Dustin on Apr 9, 2008 15:45:11 GMT -5
Ser Jonas Waxley enters the hall and takes a seat. His expression dour, the thinning grey hair and grey whiskers about his face belie his relatively young age.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2008 16:53:00 GMT -5
"It seems I am in high company indeed tonight," Ser Patrek smiled. "I'm Patrek, forgotten seed of a forgotten cadet branch of House Harte. I suppose I am a northman, but I've been in the crownlands since I was thirteen, and have no desire to go back north."
He chuckled at Jon's next words. "Those Dornish will be easy prey, what with the whole realm coming down on them.
Easy glory. Wait for a more challenging fight, ser, and perhaps you will outshine everyone else - aye, and your fine lordly brother too." He winked. "And I wouldn't call this a city of the Lightning God at my lady's table. She's planted weirwoods in the castle and worships the old gods, though I suppose her cousin Brandon may have other views."
Ser Ethan noticed that Ser Jeorge was drunk, and tried to convince him that Lady Aerie was longing for a kiss.
He laughed at Marq Tyrell's words. 'I don't believe we've met, ser? You're the youngest Tyrell I've seen in a good while."
"That's certainly true," Aranya said, her eyes darkening slightly. "But still, I must say you were ingenious."
A meat tile was brought out, with cuts of chicken and veal, simmered, sautéed, and served in a spiced sauce of pounded crayfish tails and almonds. It came with a new flask of Arbor red, replacing the Dornish wine that had accompanied the fish. Wheels of white cheese were laid along the high table and the trestle tables, as well as hot, crispy loaves of freshly baked bread.
Ser Jonas gets quiet, awed looks from many who have heard rumors of his rather grim reputation and ability at...interrogation.
Lady Aranya's wards entered the Great Hall, slightly late. A tall, slender young maiden of fourteen years, with soft golden curls bound in a silvery hairnet and an exquisitely lovely face, entered on the arm of a pale, clever-looking boy who looked to be about eight years old. The beautiful young girl wore a gown of ivory samite embroidered with seed pearls, and the boy wore a velvet doublet and breeches. On the boy's other arm was a seven-year old girl who walked with a slight limp. She had lush dark hair and keen grey eyes, and wore a little dress of blue satin. If she was aware of the looks her limp was attracting, she did not acknowledge it.
The steward seated the little crippled girl at the table first, next to her mother. Selyse Royce smiled a little shyly and began to nibble at her food. Next the young girl Rhae Rykker was seated, after greeting the company, with Lady Aranya and Lady Aerie. A place was found for the bastard boy, Lewyn Snow, and he was seated beside Ser Jonjen.
"Why isn't Brynden here?" Selyse asked.
"Your brother is in King's Landing," Aranya said, then added to the others, "And I suppose he's glad to get some independence for a bit."
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Post by barker520 on Apr 9, 2008 16:55:28 GMT -5
Jon seemed to look happier after Patrek's words describing Jon winning glory, and he seemed to study the Lady Aranya a bit closer, both her body and her persona, after Patrek told him she worshipped the old gods. It isn't everyday you meet a southerner worshipping the trees that see, Jon though.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 9, 2008 16:56:48 GMT -5
"As you said in King's Landing, a man of many talents," Brandon twinkled.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2008 17:01:18 GMT -5
Ser Patrek noticed Ser Jon's curious look, and smiled again, leaning forward conspiratorially. Ser Patrek loved to gossip so much that he passed rumors on to himself.
"She's still one of the Vale Royces at heart. They're blood of the First Men, same as the Blackwood lady there. Lady Aranya is a weird one, like some of her kin. Sees visions in the trees and once insisted that the Wall will come down."
He broke a crisp new loaf and cut it with his dagger to stuff spiced veal into it. "Me, I don't give a damn about any gods. This bread is good, though."
"I'm glad I got that right, at least," Aranya grinned back.
Rhae Rykker's eyes were on all the knights at the table, and she looked with some interest at the young knights Ser Marq and Ser Jon.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 9, 2008 17:07:51 GMT -5
Jon didn't break away from Aranya's gaze, even when she met his own. His mind went back to the night before the Battle of Bear Island, in the woods of Deepwood Motte. The Wolfswood, that forest was called. Jon rode out late into the night, looking for his brother, and finally found him, kneeled in front of one of the trees with faces. The tree seemed to watch Jon approached, seemed to be kind and grandfatherly. When his eyes went to his brother though and he started to disapprove of him worshipping at this tree, the face seemed to harden into a frown, seemed to tear right into Jon's soul with those large eyes. Jon had ran from the woods and never brought it up with Lewys....
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 9, 2008 17:13:53 GMT -5
Brandon notices the looks shared between Ser Lydden and Aranya. "A man catching your fancy? Dear cousin Patrek told me he fancies himself a good lover, but that he keeps prattling about those fingers of his. Might be for compensation," Brandon whispered half jesting.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2008 17:18:57 GMT -5
Aranya felt the eyes of the young Lydden knight on her, and when she met his gaze there was an intense look in his eye. Her own face was unreadable, but her eyes were searching. He could not tell what was passing in her mind, but then she called to him, "Ser Jon, are you well?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2008 17:20:26 GMT -5
Brandon notices the looks shared between Ser Lydden and Aranya. "A man catching your fancy? Dear cousin Patrek told me he fancies himself a good lover, but that he keeps prattling about those fingers of his. Might be for compensation," Brandon whispered half jesting. Aranya laughed. "Young Ser Patrek Redfort? Must be all the time he spends with the Kingsguard." |
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 9, 2008 17:24:29 GMT -5
Brandon chuckles. "Is he truly young? He doesn't give that impression, he has the air of an old veteran I think. It was Ser Lydden though who prattles about his fingers".
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5