Post by The Smith on Jun 17, 2008 18:36:36 GMT -5
Myrie was a mousy girl of less than average beauty. Her eyes were small, and her skin had a hue of grey that was not at all easy on the eyes. What she lacked in looks though, was well more than made up for by her surplus of cleverness and ingenuity. Serafina had saved her from a lifetime of tedious, repetitive, extremely unrewarding toil at the Braavosi palace. They had been together for years now, having met within the first week of Serafina’s having moved to the island.
Myrie had been assigned to wait on Serafina, who was something of nobility at the island, coming from an ancient, and well-endowed family; the menial chores she had been raised to perform, though, seemed to fall far short of her capacities though, and Serafina was not entirely slow to understand this. After only a month of having known the girl, Serafina had already begun to assess her potential to work in the expansive Loume Network. She took to stealth as a fish to water, her entirely forgettable appearance finally an asset. Her wit was invaluable, and after having been trained at swordplay and at knives, she seemed to Serafina a perfect fit.
Though in the beginning she was used as in the field, as an active participant in the network, time brought her a new roll as an advisor. Myrie’s uncanny aptitude for calculating a situation from every possible angle soon became indispensible to Serafina, who tended to act impulsively if not checked—her attitude brought balance and proportion to the network’s operation, and she was soon a high ranking official.
Generally Myrie worked closely with the field agents, visiting Serafina and Olvido occasionally with reports, and advice—her visits were always much heralded by the pair, both of whom considered the young woman a close personal friend.
This particular visit fell in the middle of a frigid afternoon, but even the biting chill could not stifle their tradition, and four-thirty found the trio in the yard, sparing, reminiscing, and discussing the newest word from every corner of the world.
“What is the word in this new home of yours?” Myrie asked, watching the first phases of the match between Serafina and Olvido, her arms folded.
”Something about the king,” Olvido remarked, jabbing at Serafina; she scowled at him. She did not have much of a tolerance for generalities—or for anything, really.
“He is to be married,” Serafina said, knocking his blade away easily.
“Don’t need to be a brilliant spy to know as much,” Myrie commented, stepping forward to join the pair in their match, “The bards sing of the marriage on every corner, and the drunks from every tavern rejoice.”
“Most of the drunks in King’s Landing are Lannisters,” Serafina said smiling, as she hacked side-long at Myrie, kicking out with her left foot, attempting to trip Olvido up.
“Most?” Olvido asked, “Can’t be more than thirty per—oufff,” Myrie had whacked him hard as he spoke, and the combination of a kick and a blow to the chest was too much for him to take without falling. Her bowed gracelessly out of the match, and left Serafina and Myrie to continue alone, occasionally throwing in a word to their conversation.
“Has Arra met the Loursella boy yet?” Serafina asked Myrie, who had just crossed the Narrow Sea. She jumped out of the way of Myrie’s next violent blow—for such a small woman, she packed a considerable amount of force.
“Just before I left—bringing the child to Lys was my last order of business in the East before I boarded to visit. His name is Irro. He is more full of energy than any child I have ever met—I think he will drive Arra to an early grave.” This time it was Myrie’s turn to parry.
“He has lived too long as it is,” Serafina quipped, forcing Myrie back several steps, only to lose half that space a moment later.
“He shows good instincts for the game,” she commented, referring to the Loursella boy, whose name Serafina had already forgotten.
“You have no more business in the east presently?” Serafina asked, taking a small cut to her wrist, which stung badly in the cold.
“Not unless I am assigned new business,” Myrie said, as Serafina returned her blow, cutting her across the abdomen.
“No. We will need you here—the network is expanding nicely. Lannisport, Oldtown and White Harbor are advancing well, but Gulltown is taking a remarkably long time to come around—I should like you to have a sit down with the people we have there—perhaps re-assign some less busy individuals. I should like to improve Sunspear as well, and being that we are in King’s Landing, business here should be our top priority, though I’m sure Olvido can handle that.” Serafina tripped slightly, but recovered her balance for long enough to strike out. She missed, and Myrie disarmed her as Olvido grumbled about having more work to do, as though he didn’t have enough already.
“That will be fine,” Myrie said, glancing at Olvido, and Serafina sighed as the fight came to an end, subduing the urge to kick Myrie’s blade from her hand and continue with fists and kicking.
Serafina advances toward Master Swordsmanship
Serafina advances to Master Intrigue
Olvido advances to Expert Swordsmanship
Myrie had been assigned to wait on Serafina, who was something of nobility at the island, coming from an ancient, and well-endowed family; the menial chores she had been raised to perform, though, seemed to fall far short of her capacities though, and Serafina was not entirely slow to understand this. After only a month of having known the girl, Serafina had already begun to assess her potential to work in the expansive Loume Network. She took to stealth as a fish to water, her entirely forgettable appearance finally an asset. Her wit was invaluable, and after having been trained at swordplay and at knives, she seemed to Serafina a perfect fit.
Though in the beginning she was used as in the field, as an active participant in the network, time brought her a new roll as an advisor. Myrie’s uncanny aptitude for calculating a situation from every possible angle soon became indispensible to Serafina, who tended to act impulsively if not checked—her attitude brought balance and proportion to the network’s operation, and she was soon a high ranking official.
Generally Myrie worked closely with the field agents, visiting Serafina and Olvido occasionally with reports, and advice—her visits were always much heralded by the pair, both of whom considered the young woman a close personal friend.
This particular visit fell in the middle of a frigid afternoon, but even the biting chill could not stifle their tradition, and four-thirty found the trio in the yard, sparing, reminiscing, and discussing the newest word from every corner of the world.
“What is the word in this new home of yours?” Myrie asked, watching the first phases of the match between Serafina and Olvido, her arms folded.
”Something about the king,” Olvido remarked, jabbing at Serafina; she scowled at him. She did not have much of a tolerance for generalities—or for anything, really.
“He is to be married,” Serafina said, knocking his blade away easily.
“Don’t need to be a brilliant spy to know as much,” Myrie commented, stepping forward to join the pair in their match, “The bards sing of the marriage on every corner, and the drunks from every tavern rejoice.”
“Most of the drunks in King’s Landing are Lannisters,” Serafina said smiling, as she hacked side-long at Myrie, kicking out with her left foot, attempting to trip Olvido up.
“Most?” Olvido asked, “Can’t be more than thirty per—oufff,” Myrie had whacked him hard as he spoke, and the combination of a kick and a blow to the chest was too much for him to take without falling. Her bowed gracelessly out of the match, and left Serafina and Myrie to continue alone, occasionally throwing in a word to their conversation.
“Has Arra met the Loursella boy yet?” Serafina asked Myrie, who had just crossed the Narrow Sea. She jumped out of the way of Myrie’s next violent blow—for such a small woman, she packed a considerable amount of force.
“Just before I left—bringing the child to Lys was my last order of business in the East before I boarded to visit. His name is Irro. He is more full of energy than any child I have ever met—I think he will drive Arra to an early grave.” This time it was Myrie’s turn to parry.
“He has lived too long as it is,” Serafina quipped, forcing Myrie back several steps, only to lose half that space a moment later.
“He shows good instincts for the game,” she commented, referring to the Loursella boy, whose name Serafina had already forgotten.
“You have no more business in the east presently?” Serafina asked, taking a small cut to her wrist, which stung badly in the cold.
“Not unless I am assigned new business,” Myrie said, as Serafina returned her blow, cutting her across the abdomen.
“No. We will need you here—the network is expanding nicely. Lannisport, Oldtown and White Harbor are advancing well, but Gulltown is taking a remarkably long time to come around—I should like you to have a sit down with the people we have there—perhaps re-assign some less busy individuals. I should like to improve Sunspear as well, and being that we are in King’s Landing, business here should be our top priority, though I’m sure Olvido can handle that.” Serafina tripped slightly, but recovered her balance for long enough to strike out. She missed, and Myrie disarmed her as Olvido grumbled about having more work to do, as though he didn’t have enough already.
“That will be fine,” Myrie said, glancing at Olvido, and Serafina sighed as the fight came to an end, subduing the urge to kick Myrie’s blade from her hand and continue with fists and kicking.
Serafina advances toward Master Swordsmanship
Serafina advances to Master Intrigue
Olvido advances to Expert Swordsmanship