Tristy
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Post by Tristy on Jan 4, 2009 4:13:34 GMT -5
a wide, semicircular balcony with an impressive view of the city and ocean bellow, which is a favorite haunt of the young Prince Horas Martell.
Ephira walked quietly onto the balcony, eyes turned toward the horizon, onto which the sun was beginning to sink. Below, in the streets of the city, the marketplaces had begun to bustle, and the night-people of Dorne emerged from their homes to take comfort in the comparitively cool air of night-time, and the easy breeze provided by the adjacent Narrow Sea.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 4, 2009 4:15:54 GMT -5
Horas leaned across the railing his eyes on the bustle of the marketplace. He measured the ebb and flow of the crowd. Hearing her enter he says, "Good day."
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Post by Tristy on Jan 4, 2009 4:20:59 GMT -5
"No better or worse a day than any other really," she answered thoughtfully, coming up beside him, and taking a nearby place against the rail, "but certainly a comfortable day--like many recent days. I have not gotten lost in almost a week, you know. Well, not inside the tower, anyway, but a city is a big place, and it's boud to take years for me to make that sort of progress." she smiled jocularly, "I mean look at it--it goes on forever with only the Sea to stop it."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 4, 2009 4:24:27 GMT -5
Horas glanced at her once, his eyes studying her face. "Do you purposefully mock me?" He asked quietly, "You come from Braavos, a city that makes my citadel and her surroundings seem exactly like the jumped up trading post that it is." His gaze focused in on her soft features tightly.
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Tristy
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Post by Tristy on Jan 4, 2009 4:29:26 GMT -5
Ephira's eyes tightened slightly in confusion, "Mock you? Er...No," she answered softly, studying him closely for a silent moment, "I like Sunspear. Which is not to say that I dislike Braavos. I like them both--they are homes to me. This city is a home to me. I do not consider it a...what were your words...? Jumped up trading post? It is a beautiful city. You were raised here--you do not see the beauty?" as she spoke, her anxious bemusement was clear, and her accent bled opaquely through her words, obscuring them occasionally, in her rushed explanation.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 4, 2009 4:32:48 GMT -5
Horas shrugged and turned away from her, "I must have mistook a tone in your voice. I love my small city, but it is hardly up to the standards of your true home, or even Rodrick's King's Landing." His fingers stroked the railing under his fingertips, and he glared at several dark gulls. "Perhaps one day..." A slight smile crooked his lips before he remember to banish it.
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Tristy
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Post by Tristy on Jan 4, 2009 4:36:01 GMT -5
"I suppose that depends upon which standards you hold it to," she answered, still slightly concerned, as she tore her eyes from him, and refocused on the city, "Beauty is in the peculiarities, and strength is all in the power of a people's pride--Sunspear is as peculiar and proud a citadel as I have known on either side of the Narrow Sea--and I have been to no small number of places."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 4, 2009 4:39:17 GMT -5
"Pride." Horas snorted lightly, his eyes still on the gentle arcs of the sea bird's flight. "Pride is a sin for good reason. It is the blinder on a horse controlling its wearer into a course, no matter the wisdom of the plotting." He glanced back to her before adding, "I have always been fond of peculiarities though."
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Post by Tristy on Jan 4, 2009 4:44:41 GMT -5
She nodded pensively, "I got word of your engagement during a jaunt to Oldtown--I wish I had been present to celebrate with you, but I suppose a somewhat belated congratulations will suffice; maybe I will send a really big Wedding Gift as pennence--would that appease the Prince?" she smiled mischievously. "I bet I could scrounge up an extra Naval Fleet."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 4, 2009 4:48:01 GMT -5
"Do not ruin the surprise." Horas replied, his eyes returning to the crashing sea. "And I appreciate the sentiment. There was not much celebration at the news, I already knew about the arrangement a couple months earlier. The Queen and I worked out the details our selves."
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Post by Tristy on Jan 4, 2009 4:50:06 GMT -5
"I see. And you have met your betrothed, haven't you?" she asked, still fuzzy on the details, but sure there must have been at least one meeting, given the Prince's many visits to King's Landing.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 4, 2009 4:51:21 GMT -5
"Actually not personally. I have seen her, but never bothered to speak with her." Horas snorted once again. He shifted once, but then added nothing else
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Post by Tristy on Jan 4, 2009 4:53:35 GMT -5
Ephira raised an eyebrow, feeling suddenly awkward, "Well..." she murmured, "certainly an advantageous union..." With her arms already crossed, she began to rub her hands against her upper arms, as if to warm up, though it was plenty warm to begin with.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 4, 2009 4:57:57 GMT -5
Horas nodded, "Of course. I had hoped for a good marriage, but this was beyond my expectations." He studied the ever lengthening shadow of Sunspear, "Luckily every other candidate for the marriage is a more recent traitor then my line."
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Post by Tristy on Jan 4, 2009 4:59:26 GMT -5
"Than our line," Ephira corrected in the tone of the playful challenge of a sister.
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Hope you all are well and happy.