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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 2:03:38 GMT -5
Flea shrugged. "Than what, a carpenter, a rat catcher? What we do is good and honorable, and someone has to do it."
Scav returned to where he'd left Alys haggling over the specifications for a large bed.
"Maid, come quickly, we've need to get back to the cottage." Scav said, making a rushing motion with his hand.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 2:10:13 GMT -5
Scav put his hand on Alys' back and ushered her quickly, towards the cottage. As they came through the gate, he turned to Syms and Tyms.
"Lock it."
Flea kissed Dacey gently. "None of us is ever safe, Dacey. We can be called up to fight, or killed by the flux, or starve, or be killed by brigands. I'd rather my son grow up knowing what he need s to know to see to his own security, not relaying on others who may or may not come to his aid.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 1:31:53 GMT -5
Scav burst into the room.
"Milord, the Crow is about in the Kingdom?"
Flea's smile dropped immediately, and he turned away from Dacey towards the sellsword.
"Where? How?"
"Messenger milord. From Stoatheart's rookery. They made an attempt on some of our people, but Tania fought them off."
"Alright." Flea let go of Dacey, so that she was balanced precariously on his lap by her arms around his neck. as he took out a quill, and wrote three short notes.
"One to the Burrow, One to the White Tower, and One to Lannisport. Tell Syms and Tyms to be on guard, the Crow strikes multiple targets if he can. You go yourself to Stoatheart, await reply, than come back."
Scav took the notes and hurried out the door, with not so much as a good bye.
Flea scowled.
"I'm... sorry. That was... bad timing."
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 1:49:35 GMT -5
"Riverlands. His old nesting grounds." Flea said, before it occurred to him not to mention it. "He tried to take some of our agents. But I think we fought him off. Anyway, obviously people need to know about it. Scav will see they get the message."
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 1:59:14 GMT -5
"For the time being. We are as safe here as King's Landing, if not more. King's Landing is too big a city, too many people we don't know. Here we know ever face. I don't think The Crow could take King's Landing yet, even if he tried. He has no men, hardly any whisperers. He must be hard up if he is trying to steal back mine. He had to have assumed I'd notice." Flea held his chin puzzled. "Dunno why he would do such a thing. Maybe he thinks I'm a push over." Flea bristled at the thought.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 2:08:54 GMT -5
Flea nodded. "Yes. He will be. But the Crow is an evil tumor. You can not just cut off the growth above the surface, you must dig it all out, or else you will be worse off than before. So we have to be patient." He put his arms back around her waist.
"You feel safe with me, don't you?" he asked.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 10:38:38 GMT -5
Flea nodded. "I'll be alright. I've been taking care of myself for a long time." He put his nose against hers and looked into her eyes.
"After supper, perhaps we should talk about how you can take care of yourself too." he said quietly.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 11:10:38 GMT -5
Flea slide over, laying on his stomach beside her till their bodies touched, rather than sitting across from her, clearly intending to simply eat of her plate.
"No. Mysha's a sweet... um.. woman, but she's no security. Neither are those oafs you employ. I'll see to having Scav hire some real muscle." He smiled, and pour wine into the delicate glass.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 11:19:30 GMT -5
Flea laughed, "I've done that every night for a month." He grinned, and leaned over to kiss her cheek, clearly enjoying being fed. From time to time he took a piece of meat or vegetable and fed her back, grinning determinedly.
"Yes. Mysha is fine for rowdy customers. But Scav's people will be better for real threats."
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 11:25:15 GMT -5
Flea laughed, "I was talking about you silly," but as he hears the hurt in her tone he frowns, "I'm sorry. I... was just teasing, I didn't mean it."
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 12:36:51 GMT -5
Flea laughed, "Why would I want to do that? It requires all my energy just to keep up with you, what would I do with another girl!" He leaned over and rested his head on her shoulder.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 12:49:56 GMT -5
"There is no too much. That seems a good idea." Flea chewed the potato thoughtful. "And learning to use that dagger on more than potatoes couldn't hurt."
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 12:56:20 GMT -5
Flea smiled, "I'd like to see how handy you are after dinner." He said, as he held up their wine glass to her lips, and let her drink, before taking a swallow himself.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 13:08:53 GMT -5
Flea did not want to mention what food item he associated with his mother. Suffice to say it was the cause of his life long loathing of rats and mice.
"The orchards here are overflowing with fruits of all kinds." Flea said, "We should plant some in the garden for you to have whenever you want."
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 13:14:11 GMT -5
Flea sighed. "Not really. She was not... well when I was born. I can remember her face. She was laying on a cot in the boarding house we shared, and I was feeding her a bowl of brown. And she smiled at me, and said the best stew she'd ever had, was this one, because I gave it to her." Flea said, his eyes hard against crying.
"She died later, that week I think."
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Hope you all are well and happy.