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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 12:50:34 GMT -5
Ariel smirked. "I see my King was already praising my deeds,'" she responded with a snort. "Thaddeus Thatcher is not beaten yet, so save your celebrations for what you've earned." She turned to Talyn. "Sorry you ran afoul of the woman, Ser Talyn." "Selwyn is so tight lipped that he would not admit a fire is hot until his face was half seared off. But he did mention it to my mother." Kyma replied, "Do you see me celebrating? I know the price we have paid far better then you." She stepped closer to Ariel and waved her finger under her nose, "Do not ever apologize for my actions, woman. Thatcher was being a fool and needed to be brought down. And you are treading dangerously close to that line yourself. So watch your fingers and toes carefully." |
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 12:52:19 GMT -5
"I'm sure that thought will keep me up at night Princess," Talyn replied, "Oh, horror of horror, Princess Kyma has challenged my manhood, whatever shall I do. I've long since given up feeling the need to whip out my cock for ever pissing contest in which I might take part."
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 28, 2009 12:54:36 GMT -5
Ariel snorted. "If I will be brought down, it will not be by your hand," she responded. "Take your threats to those who will listen to them."
She yawned, and looked to Dog. "Do me a favor, will you, and go get me a mug of mead?"
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 12:54:39 GMT -5
"I'm sure that thought will keep me up at night Princess," Talyn replied, "Oh, horror of horror, Princess Kyma has challenged my manhood, whatever shall I do. I've long since given up feeling the need to whip out my cock for ever pissing contest in which I might take part." Kyma turned around and slapped Talyn again, "I do not mind a raised tongue, but I will not listen to such vile words off it. Control yourself or get out of my sight." She sneered again, "And if you think the only thing a man needs is a cock, then I do not want anything to do with you any way." |
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 12:58:24 GMT -5
Ariel snorted. "If I will be brought down, it will not be by your hand," she responded. "Take your threats to those who will listen to them." She yawned, and looked to Dog. "Do me a favor, will you, and go get me a mug of mead?" "Oh I do not use my hands, you presumptive lizardess." Kyma snarled at Ariel, "I am not some vile man who thinks the solution to every problem lies along the edge of a sword blade. I am a woman proud, and will not let you belittle me our my house. No matter who you think you are." |
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 13:00:07 GMT -5
Talyn bite his tongue. "Forgive me. Your highness. I was out of place." The apology sounds genuine. "Your words found their mark, and I responded impolitely. I hope you'll not allow my language to cause you to form a worse opinion of me, in the unlikely event such a thing were even possible."
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 13:02:21 GMT -5
Dog Hill fetches Ariel a flagon of mead, and than rapidly retreats from melee-kill range to observe the continued bickering.
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 13:03:47 GMT -5
Talyn bite his tongue. "Forgive me. Your highness. I was out of place." The apology sounds genuine. "Your words found their mark, and I responded impolitely. I hope you'll not allow my language to cause you to form a worse opinion of me, in the unlikely event such a thing were even possible." Kyma nodded at him sagely, "At least you have some sense in that straw filled head of yours. I accept your apology and you will do well to restrain yourself in our future meetings Thatcher." |
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 28, 2009 13:04:52 GMT -5
Ariel outright laughed at Kyma. "I don't need to," she responded blithely. "You do it to yourself so well, I could hardly improve on the matter. And I myself prefer to do other things with my hands than hold a sword-blade."
Taking the mug, she sipped, and smiled wryly at Talyn before waiting to hear Kyma's response.
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 13:06:42 GMT -5
Talyn nodded curtly, "With your highness' permission, I'll speak with her again in King's Landing... by your leave." He said, bowing his head towards first Princess Kyma, and than Ariel.
"Dog, c'mon, we've got work to do." He said, and William Hill gave a frown, finished his mead, and took off behind.
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 13:14:32 GMT -5
Ariel outright laughed at Kyma. "I don't need to," she responded blithely. "You do it to yourself so well, I could hardly improve on the matter. And I myself prefer to do other things with my hands than hold a sword-blade." Taking the mug, she sipped, and smiled wryly at Talyn before waiting to hear Kyma's response. Kyma nodded at Talyn and then laughed at Ariel, "That is the difference between you and I Ariel. You are weak enough to care what all these men think about you. I myself do not." She sneered, "Nice dress, I like the colors. But they do not really suit you." |
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 28, 2009 13:19:28 GMT -5
Ariel sipped again. "To the extent I'm interested in them," she conceded. "And the colors suit you perfectly. But I am glad that I now know at least where one coin landed."
She turned away with a yawn.
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 13:23:20 GMT -5
Kyma smiled victoriously, and looked about the fire. Standing where she was long enough so that every one would see she still held the field.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 28, 2009 13:28:05 GMT -5
Ariel remained where she was as well, though now more interested in her barely-draining cup of mead. She surely wasn't going to leave first.
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 28, 2009 13:40:55 GMT -5
Maester Perestan walked in the scene and looked around at the mass of people gathered. His staff was in his left and the obsidian candle tucked in his belt reflected the light of the fire. He looked around and saw Rask standing in a corner with God's Sight and a shadowcat on his left. Perestan's eyebrows rose. He was possibly one of the skinchangers. A warg. He was obviously of the wild folk, but the shadowcat looked too tame to look normal. Perestan approached the other old man. "I am sorry if I am interrupting you in something, but are you of the people we of the south call wildlings?" He didn't want to seem rude. His maesterly collar must be quite funny for the wildling, but he wondered what the man thought about his candle.
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Hope you all are well and happy.