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Post by westerosi on Dec 5, 2008 15:00:21 GMT -5
"She is my father's brother's daughter, and Scot's sister."
Scot looked up as he heard his name mentioned, but shrugged as it seemed no more needed to be said.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 5, 2008 15:28:32 GMT -5
Herdon nodded and leaned over and whispered to Hamish. Hamish nodded.
"I see. Well the bride we would offer you is my daughter Kyra. You can meet her now if you choose."
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Post by westerosi on Dec 5, 2008 17:24:34 GMT -5
Hamish nodded.
"Yes, if there is nothing more you would like to ask me, I'd love to meet your daughter."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 5, 2008 19:31:22 GMT -5
Herdon gestured to Ondrew, who stood, bowed quietly, and disappeared out the small door of the long house.
His father leaned over and refilled the cup of mead before the two Harclays.
A short while later, Ondrew returned with a small girl with a cute but not especially gorgeous face, and a few freckles. She has shoulder length brown hair, and wore an undyed linen dress.
"This is my daughter, Katya, Katya, this is Hamish Harclay. He's looking for a bride." She nodded meekly and offered a tentative smile.
"Hello."
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Post by westerosi on Dec 6, 2008 3:58:19 GMT -5
Hamish looked at the girl, not really sure what he thought about the girl, she was beautiful, but she looked a bit young, no more than a day over fiftteen, but this was the girl that the Burley was offering as a bride, so he had no other reason than to accept.
He gave her a smile as he looked at her.
"Hello, Katya. It's nice to meet you. How are you doing today?"
Scot laughed.
"Looks like love a first sight, aye."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 6, 2008 9:36:20 GMT -5
She curtsied formally enough, and sat down beside her father.
"I am well." She says, with a shy smile. Hamish grinned broadly, while her brother said nothing, and The Burley remained as stone faced as before.
"We will send my nephew Robb to you as soon as he returns from trading. Than he can meet his future bride." The Burley chief said with some finality.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 6, 2008 18:07:30 GMT -5
Hamish nodded.
"That will be fine, we hoped that you would agree to both proposals, but didn't count on it."
Hamish finally took something to eat, and kept glancing over at the young girl that was to become his wife.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 6, 2008 20:56:02 GMT -5
She glances back so that their eyes meet, and they smile.
Herdon coughed, "Eh. A man has a right to see who he'd be married to."
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Post by westerosi on Dec 7, 2008 3:39:15 GMT -5
"Of course, the proposal was that they should be married, but not of course before they have met, we are clansmen, not southern lords that force their children into marriages of power. Maybe me and Scot can stay here until Robb returns?"
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Post by The Flint on Dec 7, 2008 16:09:21 GMT -5
"Aye if it please you. Ondrew will show you where you can bed down." Ondrew nodded his head and stood to lead them out.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 7, 2008 16:59:03 GMT -5
Hamish nodded.
"We thank you for your hospitality"
Then the two Harclay's followed Ondrew.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 8, 2008 9:21:33 GMT -5
Inside Ondrew's small thatch house, the Harclays can see one room, with a dung fire burning in the middle. A young woman is throwing fuel on the fire, and than turns. She is short with brown hair, and attractive in an unconventional sort of way. She smiles at both men. Ondrew smiles and takes Hamish by the arm.
"This is my wife, Nara. Nara, these two men will spend the night here with us, please round up some furs for them."
"Okay." She says. She plants a quick kiss on her husbands cheek before ducking between the group of men to fetch the furs to keep the men warm.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 8, 2008 13:14:48 GMT -5
"Thank you for your hospitality, Ondrew and Nara."
Hamish smiled at the two Burley's.
"I will take a walk around the fastness" Scot said. "I think I saw a young lady that I would like to speak with"
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Post by The Flint on Dec 8, 2008 14:18:52 GMT -5
Ondrew nodded, "As it please you." He said. The young man went and took out a drinking horn, and sipped it carefully before handing it to Scot Harclay.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 8, 2008 17:06:56 GMT -5
Scot took the drinking horn, and took a large gulp.
"Don't wait up for me" he said and left the house.
Hamish smiled and took a seat on the floor.
"Don't worry, Scot is more talk than anything else."
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Hope you all are well and happy.