Post by The Smith on Jun 13, 2008 2:33:14 GMT -5
The afternoon was irregularly hot—Serafina complained that she had been told King’s Landing was a cool climate in Winter, but today seemed unwilling to conform to that particular claim. Olvido shrugged her off, as he always did, overly used to her complaints, much like a husband might be to his wife, or a brother his sister—one of the two. “So it is hot—you have seen worse. Your name day three years ago made me question if life was worth living, so hot was it then.”
Serafina nodded. “It was hot,” she agreed, as they both stood up from their seated positions in the shade of the manse courtyard, and walked unwillingly into the full wrath of the mid-afternoon sun. They both wielded the blades of the water-dancers, though Olvido would never reach her level of success with the blade, she was convinced. He was an adequate swordsman—certainly worthy of a practice match, but in a real fight she would kill him, even if it took longer than ideal. His skill set lay more in the line of espionage. He was as silent as the grave when he wished to be, and could go unnoticed in almost any setting. She often told him this was because of his plain appearance—he would reply that if he could manage to woo a woman like Serafina, he must not be so hideous. She always rolled her eyes at this—consider me unimpressed until I have your ring on my finger, she would tell him—he thought she was joking.
“Arra sent word from Lys. His letter arrived today.” Olvido often informed her of events and rumours which had emerged through the network—the strength of her business was in the Free cities—since she had inherited a majority of her informants from her mother, that was to be expected. Westeros was not nearly as important to Braavosi politics as were the other free cities on the eastern end of the Narrow Sea. She had begun only recently to increase the density of spies in Westeros, which were vital, now that the nine kingdoms were to serve as her place of residence.
“Is that so?” Serafina asked, as she lifted her blade.
“He says that Lys’ economy is booming at the moment—he fancies that the Magister is having an affair with the daughter of his wife’s sister. She loves her uncle greatly.” He laughed, parrying a blow she sent towards him.
“Lovely,” Serafina replied “Is the niece touchable?” she slashed at his midsection—this time, he did not parry, but danced lightly out of the way.
“She is young, and foolhardy, by all accounts; but greatly enamored by the wealth and power of her wrinkled old wart of a paramour.” This time it was Serafina’s turn to jump out of the way of Olvido’s swinging blade.
“Get Liesel in—she can afford to be relocated from Myr—we have an overabundance of agents there relative to the city’s current global importance as it is.” Serafina’s blade whipped out towards Olvido.
She hit him this time, but the blow was glancing, and he smirked as he replied, “Her instructions?”
Serafina grumbled as he narrowly evaded her, and jumped high over a low cut to her legs, “Just get her in the palace—working somewhere near the girl. They don’t need to be friends—if the girl is as foolish as you claim, she is bound to spew the man’s secrets left and right just to prove she knows him well.”
Olvido grunted in consent as he reached towards her yet again. He tripped her, but she caught herself before she fell down, and elbowed him hard in his unguarded naval, “The Lorsellas’ son is ten now, as of yesterday.”
“Excellent. Send him to Lys to foster with Arra—he is a good teacher, and clearly not overly busy.” This time she caught him off-guard, swinging her blade hard into his side; as he stumbled, she took his legs from beneath him, and pinned him easily to the ground, catching her breath atop him for a moment; “and send them a basket of fruit or something to congratulate them,” she began to stand, “or maybe a well-made dagger…Yes, that’d be much more useful.”
Olvido clutched his side as he stood up, he grumbled unhappily, “if you’d cover your tits better when we sparred I’d have a better shot, you know. The damn things inevitably distract me,” He contested.
“A true combatant uses every advantage the seven afford her.” Serafina said with a wry smile, and, taking a large swig of water as she walked away, she shouted, “Don’t forget about the knife!”
Serafina Advances to Expert+ Swordsmanship
Serafina Advances to Expert+ Intrigue
Olvido Advances to Noteworthy Swordsmanship
Serafina nodded. “It was hot,” she agreed, as they both stood up from their seated positions in the shade of the manse courtyard, and walked unwillingly into the full wrath of the mid-afternoon sun. They both wielded the blades of the water-dancers, though Olvido would never reach her level of success with the blade, she was convinced. He was an adequate swordsman—certainly worthy of a practice match, but in a real fight she would kill him, even if it took longer than ideal. His skill set lay more in the line of espionage. He was as silent as the grave when he wished to be, and could go unnoticed in almost any setting. She often told him this was because of his plain appearance—he would reply that if he could manage to woo a woman like Serafina, he must not be so hideous. She always rolled her eyes at this—consider me unimpressed until I have your ring on my finger, she would tell him—he thought she was joking.
“Arra sent word from Lys. His letter arrived today.” Olvido often informed her of events and rumours which had emerged through the network—the strength of her business was in the Free cities—since she had inherited a majority of her informants from her mother, that was to be expected. Westeros was not nearly as important to Braavosi politics as were the other free cities on the eastern end of the Narrow Sea. She had begun only recently to increase the density of spies in Westeros, which were vital, now that the nine kingdoms were to serve as her place of residence.
“Is that so?” Serafina asked, as she lifted her blade.
“He says that Lys’ economy is booming at the moment—he fancies that the Magister is having an affair with the daughter of his wife’s sister. She loves her uncle greatly.” He laughed, parrying a blow she sent towards him.
“Lovely,” Serafina replied “Is the niece touchable?” she slashed at his midsection—this time, he did not parry, but danced lightly out of the way.
“She is young, and foolhardy, by all accounts; but greatly enamored by the wealth and power of her wrinkled old wart of a paramour.” This time it was Serafina’s turn to jump out of the way of Olvido’s swinging blade.
“Get Liesel in—she can afford to be relocated from Myr—we have an overabundance of agents there relative to the city’s current global importance as it is.” Serafina’s blade whipped out towards Olvido.
She hit him this time, but the blow was glancing, and he smirked as he replied, “Her instructions?”
Serafina grumbled as he narrowly evaded her, and jumped high over a low cut to her legs, “Just get her in the palace—working somewhere near the girl. They don’t need to be friends—if the girl is as foolish as you claim, she is bound to spew the man’s secrets left and right just to prove she knows him well.”
Olvido grunted in consent as he reached towards her yet again. He tripped her, but she caught herself before she fell down, and elbowed him hard in his unguarded naval, “The Lorsellas’ son is ten now, as of yesterday.”
“Excellent. Send him to Lys to foster with Arra—he is a good teacher, and clearly not overly busy.” This time she caught him off-guard, swinging her blade hard into his side; as he stumbled, she took his legs from beneath him, and pinned him easily to the ground, catching her breath atop him for a moment; “and send them a basket of fruit or something to congratulate them,” she began to stand, “or maybe a well-made dagger…Yes, that’d be much more useful.”
Olvido clutched his side as he stood up, he grumbled unhappily, “if you’d cover your tits better when we sparred I’d have a better shot, you know. The damn things inevitably distract me,” He contested.
“A true combatant uses every advantage the seven afford her.” Serafina said with a wry smile, and, taking a large swig of water as she walked away, she shouted, “Don’t forget about the knife!”
Serafina Advances to Expert+ Swordsmanship
Serafina Advances to Expert+ Intrigue
Olvido Advances to Noteworthy Swordsmanship