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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 10:25:05 GMT -5
"milady," Hill said, doffing an imaginary cap, "What brings you out to a gathering such as the like?"
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 10:26:34 GMT -5
Kyma looked up at the man, "I like fires." Her eyes were glazed over and she stared into the fire.
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 10:28:35 GMT -5
"Quite right, quite right, specially as bloody cold as it is. A lot of men died in their sleep on account of the cold on the way up here. Used to be that was something a man wished for. But not for me! Seems a horrible way to go, supposing anyone asked me." "Old Dog" said.
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 10:30:46 GMT -5
Kyma looked at him a little startled, "And why would any one ask you?" She smiled suddenly to herself.
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 10:34:36 GMT -5
"They wouldn't milady. Ain't never done, and ain't never gonna do. Old coots like me we ain't got no answers. We got long rambling stories, ain't got no point, and fit for nothing but entertaining a gaggle of grandchildren. Not that I got any of those... that I know about anyway. I... but forgive me, rambling like I am. Talyn would whoop my butt if he knew I was sassing off to a young lady like yourself. "
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 10:46:14 GMT -5
Kyma raised a hot eyebrow, "Sassing? Not something I would normally let a man do to me. Perhaps I should whoop your butt to teach you." She smiled.
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 10:50:46 GMT -5
"I'd like to say you'd be the first woman to do that, but I'd be a liar, and I've many sins to atone for, but lying ain't been one of them. I'm sort of a tight-lipped man, myself, as you might have noticed, and so there ain't no sense wasting words in a fib." William Hill said, apparently oblivious to the irony.
A man approached from Kyma's rear. He was wearing black mail, even after the battle, and was searching the bonfire for a particular face.
"Old Dog, You said you were gonna take care of the bedrolls and oversee the scouring of the mail before you knocked off for the... oh... uh. Hello your Highness." Talyn says, realizing he has interrupted the princess' conversation with his man.
Upon hearing the Princess' proper form up address William gulps visibly.
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 10:54:19 GMT -5
Kyma turned to look at Talyn, "If this man was sassing me are you going whoop his hide? He seemed concerned about that moments ago." She smiled with a touch of cruelty.
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 10:58:43 GMT -5
"I would your highness if I thought it would make a touch of difference. William's hide is too tough to be whooped anymore. He'd likely thank me for the massage instead. I can cut his ale ration though. That'll get him where it hurts." Talyn said, shaking his head at William with a bemused expression.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 11:00:06 GMT -5
Nute takes Simon's bowl back, then raises his eyebrows. "Well that tale certainly satisfies," he says to Imry, "And now I see the crux of your problem. I would offer my aid, but I do not think one fat man's axe can hold off all the armies of Braavos. Not even this particular fat man's axe, which really is quite sharp." "At least you sympathize with me... that's all I can ask for." |
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 28, 2009 11:08:58 GMT -5
Ariel finished her second bowl with a cheery wave to the old Toothy Nute, then set it back for the next hungry sort and began circling around the fire...until she spotted the other Dragon Princess, the Traitor's Son, and his hapless knight on short ale rations. A light giggle betrayed her present location.
"Best drink yourself into the snow now, then, while you're with the wildlings."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 11:14:29 GMT -5
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After speaking with the king Oswell returned to the bonfire, hoping to take advsntage of the wildlings hospitality while he could and perhaps find a familiar face. After wandering for a time he finally spots Jory playing his music and sits nearby to enjoy the fire and entertainment.
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 11:16:30 GMT -5
"quite right uh... your highness?" William guesses, based on the hair coloration, and he slurps down the remains of his mead and reaches for another.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 28, 2009 11:20:53 GMT -5
"More or less," said Ariel. "Ariel Nymeros Targaryen, to be specific. I'm not too picky about titles, especially not tonight." She smiled a bit at that.
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 11:24:21 GMT -5
"I would your highness if I thought it would make a touch of difference. William's hide is too tough to be whooped anymore. He'd likely thank me for the massage instead. I can cut his ale ration though. That'll get him where it hurts." Talyn said, shaking his head at William with a bemused expression. "Perhaps a man who saunters around sassing princess... or any woman for that matter could do with a little less ale." Kyma replied smoothly, with a touch of heat in her voice. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5