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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 28, 2007 8:31:36 GMT -5
The Spider's Arms, only a step or two away from the Market Place, is the most respectable pub in all of King's Landing. The drinks are of the highest quality but extremely expensive and the serving women were likely to be mistaken for septas. This is headquarters of Mistress Kate and is the only inn in King's Landing where an unescorted woman would feel safe staying by herself. It is also frequented by merchants wishing a quiet conversation and the less rowdy of the Black Shields.
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Post by tgtbt on Jun 28, 2007 11:33:27 GMT -5
Ser Doran walks in and sits with a Tyroshi merchant captain of his acquaintance, to discuss many things.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2007 11:43:04 GMT -5
Aranya enters The Spider's Arms with Georg Reeves and orders mulled wine. When the prudish serving women glance disapprovingly at her she smiles back, and then Mistress Kate herself serves Aranya.
"You're the wildling girl who fought at the Rock," Mistress Kate says.
"Those were my guards and warriors, but I guess I'm like them. My name's Aranya. This is Georg Reeves, Captain of the Riding Dead. I believe you know Elspeth Stone?" The women begin talking.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 28, 2007 23:25:20 GMT -5
A few evenings later, Lilith enters and orders a stiff drink. The twits of the interpreting service were driving her batshit.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jun 28, 2007 23:33:48 GMT -5
Less then an hour after Lilith enters, Ser Piers Bettley struts into the inn wearing a black cloak. Walking directly to wards Lilith, he grabs her hands in each of his and kisses them both once. "I ordered a squire to come and get me when you arrived. Greetings my dear."
Piers sits next to her grinning.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 28, 2007 23:39:33 GMT -5
She gives him a warm kiss, "Hullo darling, always lovely to see trouble stalking the world. So have you brought me tales to help me while away my hours in this far too discrete tavern?"
It really was good to see him, he looked yummy in black.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jun 28, 2007 23:48:04 GMT -5
"Tales my sweet? What kind of tale do you want. Some thing comical? Something daring? A romance or something that will make you run screaming into the night?" Piers paused for a second, "Or is it none of those? Do you wish me to bring you the tails of adorable, little animals. I heard once that women have a love for wagging puppy dog tails, I had always thought they were still attached to the poor little beast." Piers laughs.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 28, 2007 23:51:48 GMT -5
Lilith laughs in return. "I saw a mouse's tale once that wound its way down a page. Strange story, something to do with a girl swimming in a pool of tears after she's drunk something she shouldn't have."
She paused and looked at him, "I of course could tell the tell of the Fable of the Failure of the Spider."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jun 28, 2007 23:58:00 GMT -5
Ser Piers raises an eyebrow innocently, "You have a story to tell, then why would you ask me please do, just the sound of your voice makes me stir... my heart stir." He finishes Lilith's drink, making a sour face, "Troubles... oh well that can wait. Go on, I am poised on the edge of chair in anticipation."
Waving over the barkeep he orders a bottle and another glass.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 29, 2007 0:13:14 GMT -5
"Tis a tale of a spider and a...rhinoceros. The spider decided that the rhinoceros was the root of all evil in the land and was going to sacrifice herself to rid the land of the beast. It was a powerful beast, well guarded, but she saw it often in her line of work and thought that perhaps a delicate triangle of flesh where the neck met the breast plate might be vulnerable."
She paused and poured Piers another glass of wine, running her hand along his as she set the carafe down.
"So she gathered the worst of her poison and sharpened her knife to toss at the...beast (oh and it was to be a plain brown knife, not blue, not black but brown) but the Father came down from the Seven Heavens and said
'You might die, you cannot do this,'
'But I am prepared to die,' said the spider, 'or run away and start a bandit group, or even put up with a massive show trial,'
'But the...rhinoceros will only be wounded, a knife wound cannot slay the beast, even with poison, the hide is impervious to arrows and swords and spears' said the Father, 'It has no meaning to try to kill it!'
'But it will be a symbolic blow for justice,' cried the spider.
'No!' said the Father.
'Oh well,' said the spider, 'I'll have to go back to playing with my silks.'"
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jun 29, 2007 0:31:49 GMT -5
"A rhinoceros, every one knows that they are only mythical creatures my dear." Looking at Lilith out of the corner of his eye Piers stalls by drinking from his wine.
"I heard that story different. In the version I heard there are talking trees. And the trees tell the spider there is a poison, that works only on these mythical Rhinoceros."
"But the Price is dear... I believe in the version I heard kin had to be sacrificed. And that was just for an attempt to get the buried treasure. It was found in an icy tomb, and the spider was able to complete its task."
"But it was bitter sweet at the end, not quite a happy ending. I never got the moral of the story."
Piers reaches out and pinches her gown. Rubbing the material in his hand he finishes, "In mine there are no silks."
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 29, 2007 0:43:51 GMT -5
Lilith responded by unconsiously stroking his hair, and she could feel the warmth of his fingers through her silks.
"I am not sorry the spider was forbidden to throw her life away, the moment feels very rich right now." She paused for a moment. "I think there is a greater plan that the beast will be part of. Something of the ice of your tale rings true."
She looks up into his eyes. "I have always been a summer child, the winters have been short and mild, in my life time, but sometimes I hear echoes of the Stark's "Winter is Coming" running through my mind. "
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jun 29, 2007 0:52:12 GMT -5
"Winter is always coming, except when it is here, then it is Summer that is coming." Ser Piers stuck the tip of his tongue out the corner of his mouth, clearly pondering deep thoughts.
"I am glad the spider was not swatted either, but the spider is free. Not all the heroes of stories have freedom. Some have a duty, a responsibility, they must trek out. Must go on. Even if the ending is bleak, or with out point."
Ser Piers chuckles under his breath, "I think some are even happy to."
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 29, 2007 1:04:00 GMT -5
"I have been pondering the duality of existence. Even one mind can be pulled in two directions. (Of course this is known as schizophrenia but these days there are support groups that encourage the separate voices, acknowledge their independence.) Even when one has duties, one has freedom to make decisions, the freedom to refuse and take the consequences."
She looked at him, finally addressing the point around which she had been dancing. "I know you bear great love and gratitude to your lord, but you are not your lord, you may travel paths quite distinct from his. I have heard tales of recently unearthed secrets, Lady Teresa Gross was speaking of it the other day, how witches and wizards may try to steal souls but they never quite manage."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jun 29, 2007 1:14:28 GMT -5
"I do not think that is a cup my lord will offer me. He has many who are willing to risk death for love of him." Ser Piers touches his coat for a second, "To be fair, even with your warning I would be sorely tempted to go if he asked." Piers focuses on the far wall for a second.
"I will warn my lord, and he will listen. And besides stories are stories. Wild geese may prove an easier quest."Ser Piers takes another drink.
"Are there troubles in the Keep?" glancing at her strong drink.
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Hope you all are well and happy.