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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 15:47:35 GMT -5
Obvious really.
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 15:49:21 GMT -5
Euric led the way to his tent, pinning the flat open so the light from the campfires could shine in. Inside there was a simple table with two chairs set beside it.
He himself was wondering about the locations of his friends but procured a flagon of wine nonetheless and filled two cups.
"Please, sit Alysanne." He said in a friendly manner, indicating one of the chairs.
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Post by Edric Stark on May 27, 2009 15:54:02 GMT -5
Alysanne thanked Euric, sat on a chair, put a hand on the table and rested her head on it. She gave him a sideways look. "Will he kneel?"
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 15:55:45 GMT -5
"I have no idea." Euric replied, taking a sip from the sweet wine. "He knelt to your mother but if he will accept one of her daughters is a tricky question. You would support Rhaenys?"
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Post by Edric Stark on May 27, 2009 16:00:48 GMT -5
"Who else?" she gazed at the tent fabric. "She has the throne by the law and no Selwyn's gonna take it away,"
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 16:03:22 GMT -5
"He knelt to Saella, not house Targaryen." Euric reminded her, wishing it hadn't been so. "And I don't like the fact that there are several Targaryen's from lesser lines here." He sipped at his wine again, letting it slowly tingle down his throat. "This is going to get messy."
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Post by Edric Stark on May 27, 2009 16:10:34 GMT -5
"Wouldn't that be wise, to start a new war just as we finish one," Alysanne took the cup. "I wouldn't expect any less of him. Or some marriages, maybe.." She drank the cup empty and put it on the table.
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 16:13:59 GMT -5
"It lies in the spirit of man, Alysanne, to rage war." He refilled her cup politely and topped his own up. "Marriage may be the only way, however I doubt you or any of your sisters would wish to marry a scarred king."
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Post by Edric Stark on May 27, 2009 16:26:28 GMT -5
"I think not," Alysanne drank the cup empty again. "Thank you for the wine,", she stood up and felt her head spinning. But that was the point of it. The days loss was suddenly much easier to handle. Alysanne fixed Ser Euric's mantle clasp, smiled at him one more time and walked out of his tent.
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 16:27:49 GMT -5
He looked after her with a smile, then felt the exhaustion he had been holding back and slumped down on the table, head on his arms, and fell asleep.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 17:29:41 GMT -5
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Imry arrives at Euric's tent, his clothes changed and his wounds wrapped.
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 17:31:04 GMT -5
Euric looks up from his sleep, startled. "Oh, Imry. Come in." He slowly gets up and takes the wine bottle and two cups off his table. "I trust Rhaenys is well?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 17:34:17 GMT -5
"That she is, Euric", he says as he seats himself nearby. "An attractive woman she is; I had not noticed before."
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 17:36:19 GMT -5
"Not getting any bad ideas, I hope?" Euric replies with a grin, sitting down again and leaning his feet on a nearby stool.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 17:38:49 GMT -5
"How can you knock at an idea like that", he said with a smile. "After all, it's best to get our thoughts off war and other violent tidings. How did the rest of your afternoon fair? An absolute joy I hope", he said and coughed a laugh.
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