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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 15:49:46 GMT -5
As the two approached the gate, it was swung open, two serious looking men, clearly brothers, in boiled leather and with short swords on their hips stood watching the two cautious.
"This is Syms and Tyms, they are my caretakers." Both men nodded cautiously at the woman.
"Their mutes I'm afraid. Some kind of disease they caught as children." Flea shrugged, and jerked his head, and the two men headed out to take the lady's luggage.
Dacey could see inside the wall there was a small patch for a flower garden, but nothing had been planned, along side a little fish pond with a stone bench. Flea blushed,
"It's all a little opulent for me." He said, embarrassed.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 16:09:22 GMT -5
Flea smiled. "You have a free hand, pick whatever furniture you want, plant whatever you want. Consider this your playground." He smiled, and held her hand. The cottage was not big but well constructed. He escorted her through it, where she saw one large room for both sleeping and living, and a smaller room for a kitchen and servants quarters.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 16:17:46 GMT -5
Flea nodded. "All of the people who live here have been scrutinized. Most of them work for us." He said, "Those that don't have sons or daughters, or wives or brothers who do. In many ways this is a safe place for the families of those who risk themselves. We can go through the village and speak to those who might like to work whenever you wish."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 16:24:45 GMT -5
Flea smiled. "Yes it is beautiful, although more beautiful still, now that it can claim you as part of its scenery. These are Lord Varner's lands yes. We're not more than a day's ride from Stoatheart itself. If you follow that stream south for awhile, you'll come to a forest, and its on the other side."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 16:30:52 GMT -5
Flea laughed, "Lady Varner does, and of course I've been there. I used to live there with them when they were not in King's landing. I still have my own room, after all I'm "The Sergeant-bearer of the Confusion." Flea laughed, "They even gave me a stupid little uniform to wear for their parties. I don't wear it of course, but then Lady Varner doesn't throw many parties."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 16:34:53 GMT -5
Flea laughed, "A confusion is a pack of ferrets. I'm the official Stoatheart's ferret keeper. I got a fancy robe, and a rod, and a hat, and it itches like crazy. But its all just a cover for what I really do. It gave Lord Varner an excuse to keep me around, while i work on his dream."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 16:43:17 GMT -5
"I think its a good title." Flea said, with an exaggerated pout. "Perhaps we need to come up with a good title for you too." He put one arm around her waist and grinned.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 16:52:21 GMT -5
Flea held his chin with his thumb.. "Hmm.. well it should relate to the tasks you perform for your lord, what tasks can you perform?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 16:56:29 GMT -5
Flea kissed her back, "Lady Dacey of the Order of the Endless Pleasure, Bearer of Kisses, and Her Lord's Sergeant-Tickler." He pronounced. dubbing her with a kiss on each shoulder.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 17:04:29 GMT -5
Flea laughed, "Are you sure, I was going to have a uniform made, and have Scav announce you by your full title whenever you entered a room." His finger tips rubbed her back in tiny soothing circles.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 17:11:49 GMT -5
Flea grinned, and began to massage her lower back, "Oh c'mon, at least the uniform? I brought so much dornish silk back from Godsgrace last time I was there, and I have nothing else to do with it." He grinned at her and kissed her nose, while his hands worked their magic.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 17:25:35 GMT -5
Flea grinned, "bolts and bolts of it. Greens and Blues, and purples and blacks." He switched directions and began to massage up her back, working the tension between her shoulders.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 17:30:16 GMT -5
Flea shook his head in response. "Why don't you show me."
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 17:33:14 GMT -5
Flea let her rise, and accompanied her instead the cottage again. There was a trunk up against the wall. Flea unlocked it with a small key, and than stepped aside.
"It's all in there." he said, "She's all yours.
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Post by The Stranger on May 9, 2008 17:41:54 GMT -5
Flea eyed her appreciatively, "Forget the Dornish, give me my King's landing girl any day." he grinned, "That silk doesn't leave much to the imagination." He grinned as he drank in the vision of her.
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Hope you all are well and happy.