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Post by The Smith on May 1, 2008 1:10:43 GMT -5
The Sea Lord nodded, "I do. But I think they fall outside of our argeement if you are not concerning yourself with them."
The Sea Lord frowned, "So you have no specific plans, nothing of which we should discuss."
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 1:25:18 GMT -5
"Perhaps soon," Horas says. "But not now."
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Post by The Smith on May 1, 2008 1:46:29 GMT -5
The Sea Lord nodded, "If that is it." He stands and offers Horas his hand.
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 1:49:40 GMT -5
Horas nods, then shakes the hand. "I must speak to my wife privately now. You may return to your ship, or I can have my men set out food for you while you wait."
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Post by The Smith on May 1, 2008 1:52:46 GMT -5
"You may have her for several minutes. Then we will disembark, and she will be on my Ship." The Sea Lord replied before turning and walking from the room. He cast one stern glance at Tristeza before walking out.
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 2:06:08 GMT -5
Once the Sea Lord and his men have departed, Horas turns to Tristeza. The coldness in his eyes softens somewhat... but only somewhat. "How have you been, Tristeza?" he asks.
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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 2:07:08 GMT -5
"Life in Braavos is bearable; but I miss my home. And my family," she answered slowly, "Have you seen my son?"
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 2:09:45 GMT -5
Horas shakes his head slowly. "Not recently. It is best if he recieves as few visits as possible, so he does not attract attention."
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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 2:11:55 GMT -5
Tristeza cast her eyes downward, "I think of him constantly--it troubles my sleep not to know where he is; how he is. Not to be able to hold him...He will not know me for his mother when next I see him..." she added dismally.
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 2:18:50 GMT -5
"Would you like to come see him?" Horas asks.
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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 2:21:52 GMT -5
"I would like many things," she answered, "But it would seem that the Sea Lord is not ammenable to my leaving with you." She was silent for a moment. "How have you been?"
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 2:28:28 GMT -5
"You may come and go as you will, Tristeza," Horas says, perhaps a little sadly. "I have fared as well as can be expected. I cannot say my days have been happy."
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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 2:33:55 GMT -5
Tristeza leaned towards him across the corner of the table they shared; "I am sorry," she said softly; he would know what was included in that apology, "I hope more than anything that one day we will have a family as a family is meant to be had. I miss our child dearly; but I miss you a great deal as well."
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Post by Horas on May 1, 2008 13:32:20 GMT -5
Horas nods. "Perhaps someday." He pauses for a moment. "I have decided you need a better way to contact me. If you send a message to this location, it will find its way to me."
Horas hands her a slip of parchment with a name on it. It appears to be some sort of tavern or inn located in King's Landing.
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Post by brigida on May 1, 2008 18:14:34 GMT -5
She folded the slip gingerly, and looked up towards him, with an expression which was a perplexing shade of blank upon the surface, but caged an underlying concern which showed only the slightest bit in her eyes. "I am planning to visit Dorne in several months. I may be coming to Westeros after I have finished with matters in the South...I would like to see the child then...But if I am detained in Braavos--if, for some reason, I am unable to make the trip. I need you to bring the baby to Braavos. I can go only so long without him. I feel myself descending into madness sometimes, for not having seen him. There is only so much more of it I can bear."
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Hope you all are well and happy.