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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 20:41:59 GMT -5
Talyn skirted the edge of the feasting hall, moving towards Targaryen head table, like a shadowcat stalking a shepherd's flock.
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 20:45:43 GMT -5
"Save as much of that as you can." Ragnor tells his men, as they move their cups to collect what wine begins spilling from the tables.
He rises, glancing at Jax and telling him, "I believe you've forfeited your dance, friend." Then holds his arm out for Lysa. "Shall we?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 20:47:14 GMT -5
Kyma did not react to Thatcher's encroachment. But Talyn could feel the eyes of Rolf Groomsman on him.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 20:48:37 GMT -5
Jax's mouth hung open for a moment, and than shut it again. Lysa took Ragnor's arm, and yanked him hard onto the dance floor.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 20:50:27 GMT -5
Biting his lower lip, Talyn approached the table like a bolt from a scorpion.
"Lady Kyma..." He says, giving a short, curt half bow.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 20:53:41 GMT -5
"Princess Kyma." She replied as she turned around to face the original Traitor's son. She sniffed as she straightened her hair into place, "So it is you death seeker. No luck since the last time it seems."
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 20:54:06 GMT -5
A small man at the Ironborn table nudges Jax, and motions for him to sit.
"Have a drink, boy, there'll be more dances. The name's Raef."
Ragnor, meanwhile, follows Lysa out onto the dance floor.
"You're one of Thatcher's people, right? Afraid I didn't catch your name."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 20:56:03 GMT -5
Talyn's jaw was open for a moment than snapped shut. Princess! Talyn you imbecile!
"Ah.., I'm sorry, your highness." he smiled slightly, "and no. I've forced to find some contentment in simple pleasures."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 20:58:30 GMT -5
A small man at the Ironborn table nudges Jax, and motions for him to sit. "Have a drink, boy, there'll be more dances. The name's Raef." Ragnor, meanwhile, follows Lysa out onto the dance floor. "You're one of Thatcher's people, right? Afraid I didn't catch your name." Jax took the drink and hand shaking poured some down his throat, and some down the front of his doublet. Lysa nodded, "Lysa, is my name, Lysa Penny. What's your name Reaver?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 21:00:20 GMT -5
"A soldier has only three pleasures in life." Kyma informed him, "There has been no fighting. I doubt there has been enough woman for whoring. I must assume you are drinking like a fish in water." She eyed him disapprovingly, and leaning closer she smelled him, "You do not reek of drink at least."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:04:15 GMT -5
Talyn smiled, "I find doing my duty well a simple pleasure, and you do not have to hoard rations of wine and mead to do it. And this peace has been useful. I can at least practice my harp playing."
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 21:05:13 GMT -5
"You ought to calm down," One of the other men at the table tells Jax in an Eastern accent, "The women, they can't stand a nervous man. Have a few drinks, get some confidence, and any woman here will take you straight to bed. It's easy."
Helya Greyjoy looks rather nonplussed at the advice.
"I'm Ragnor Greyjoy. A pleasure, Lysa. Nice to finally get to relax a bit after so long freezing and fighting, eh?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 21:08:22 GMT -5
Talyn smiled, "I find doing my duty well a simple pleasure, and you do not have to hoard rations of wine and mead to do it. And this peace has been useful. I can at least practice my harp playing." Kyma shook her head, "Every man thinks playing some musical instrument will make every woman swoon." she offered him a fierce smile, "Well it takes more then that to make my heart beat faster."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:08:25 GMT -5
"Aah..aah..aah.. yes. I suppose that's true, " Jax says, "but I just never found myself comfortable... with women... women... "
"Mostly freezing for us, you boys got all the fighting." She replies with a smile.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 21:10:37 GMT -5
Lady Oakheart and Ser Neddrick the Mute enter the festivities and have a seat.
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