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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 21:01:11 GMT -5
Lord Tagganaro came dressed as his father wearing only slightly out of date clothing and no mask.
Lady Illeinya Ullhor wore an extremely exposing gown of silver. And a blond wig with hair down to her knees. She represented the first Priestess of her God.
Lisander wore rags and a crown representing the legendary Pauper Lord who rose from the rags to become the Sea Lord of Braavos.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 21:30:44 GMT -5
A tall, dour man approached the Tagganros. "Lord Delinal Welcomes Lord Tagganro, and his Son, and their wives. He has sent me to greet you, and welcome you in his name. He is tardy, but hopes to attend the festivities at some time this evening."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 21:38:12 GMT -5
Lisander guided her away from the dour man, "I do not know most of the people at this gathering. Not personally anyway." He sighed, "And I can not stand some of the men in here. They are evil, but the worse kind of evil. Like sheep or a flock of fish they only do as their commander wishes not their own intention."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 21:42:30 GMT -5
Lisander nodded, "There will be some extremely well-prepared cuisine. The Sea Lord prides himself on his hospitality. Would you like to dance?" He motioned to the dance floor.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 21:47:00 GMT -5
Lisander was a natural dancer and lead his wife through the steps with elan and grace. "You are quite wonderful my dear."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 21:58:03 GMT -5
"That is exactly as she intended. She loves' the many eyes of an adoring public." He leaned in and kiss Elinor, "But the masses are fools, for the real beauty is on my arm." He winked at her.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 22:05:55 GMT -5
Lisander place his hand on her hip and kissed her chin, ""Three lovers that I know of. But two of them are just commoners. Only one is a man of note Lord Polle." He smiled, "Do you pl..."
Lisander was interrupted by a gravelly voice, "Lisander, I have not met your wife. Introduce us." The Sea Lord of Braavos stood feet away dressed in simble black robes, his hands clenched on a cane.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 22:12:52 GMT -5
"It is." Sergyo replied, "And I know your father quite well. Welcome to my city, girl." His voice was gravelly and hard.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 22:18:43 GMT -5
"Yes, I am sure given the fact you were raised in Westeros this must be most impressive." The Sea Lord replied, "I imagine many things here are exciting compared to where you were raised."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 22:23:59 GMT -5
Lisander spoke quickly as his cheeks turned red, "A small portion of Braavosi choose to wear black honoring lost loved ones instead of emulating their ancestors."
Sergyo's face remained stony, but he choose to say nothing.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 22:29:06 GMT -5
"You have the look of Aranya Royce, but you lack the fire she had in her eye." Sergyo said, "And that fire was the thing that shift the woman from pretty to beautiful."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 23:03:57 GMT -5
"Every castle needs its sturdy walls as well as its sweeping arcs. Although it is usually the arcs that get remembered. I would like to met your sister." Sergyo glanced at Lisander's reddening cheeks, "Do you have any thing to say lad?"
Lisander forced a smile and said, "And eventually every grand castle fall to the hand of time. Walls crumble, arc's collapes, and gates creak. It is sad to see that."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 23:09:24 GMT -5
Ignoring Elinor for a moment he said to Lisander, "I have just felt a cringe of pain... in my back. Something stronger then a flea bite. Will you please ascend into the palace and find my doctor. He has some cremes I am suppose to apply to my back when it hurts. Tell him, 'The Sea Lord back is tight with discomfort.' In those words precisely."
Lisander nodded once, and then turning to Elinor he smiled at her. Leaning in close he kissed her once deeply. "I do love you, and shall be right back." Turning he slowly walked away.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 23:16:33 GMT -5
The Sea Lord shook his head, but let her take his hand. "I do not like to sit. It makes me feel uncomfortable." He studied her, "Do you understand what just happened here? You westerosi, with a few exceptions, have the subtly of a tidal wave."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 22, 2009 23:19:15 GMT -5
"No. I will not." He studied her for a moment, "You are only halfway there. Your husband grasped it. Do you know Thatcher?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.