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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 22:30:32 GMT -5
Lysa laughed and put her arm around Jax's shoulder. "Sorry Reaver, duty calls, C'mon Jax, let's dance," She says, as she leads him, stumbling, away from the dance floor and back to the Sellswords table, where he promptly passes out.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 22:31:08 GMT -5
Kyma smiled, "Only natural grace, desire, and skill." She added, "And what you had was a marvelous partner."
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 22:35:16 GMT -5
Ragnor shrugs and gives Jax a pat on the back as they go. He considers a pat on the ass for Lysa, but decides against it.
Greyjoy then grabs himself another drink, and takes a walk around the hall.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 22:35:39 GMT -5
"Desire and a marvelous partner I had, and skill can be gained with practice. So I fear it is my natural grace which must be leaving me lagging," He smiled again, "I thank you for the dance your highness."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on May 31, 2009 22:37:03 GMT -5
"No, for now she holds the view that Westeros is a wretched place, all she has known of it is winter, and she detests it. One reason that so few know of her presence here, she prefers to stay warm in lodgings or aboard her ship whenever possible, and the fact that there are some that look down upon forgeigners no matter if they bring well wishes and help in the defense of their home. Further Lady Shahrizai says she likes the story of it all, and the legend that has been growing slowly. It all makes for a fine tale and song, and what would be better than to actually know of the experiences that you sing about?"
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on May 31, 2009 22:44:36 GMT -5
"It hasn't always been so miserable, though I'm finding it harder and harder to remember that myself. I'm sure you'll make a lovely song, though I'm not sure I'd wish to here a recount, not for a long time at least. My grandchildren will no doubt enjoy it, though," he smiled. "Do be sure to include a verse about the Silver Lion. Perhaps you'd be gracious enough to leave out the part where I turn tale and run from the flames," he laughed, "though I suppose if you did it wouldn't be a very accurate telling."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 22:46:00 GMT -5
Kyma smiled tightly, "You are welcome. I would say anytime, but I do not know if my feet could survive the indignity."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 22:49:52 GMT -5
"Perhaps we can compromise and settle on 'sometimes,'" Talyn suggested playfully, as he took the Princess' hand and guided her back to her high table.
"Thank you again your highness," he says as they reach her seat, "I'll return now to my place below the salt, with your leave."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on May 31, 2009 22:51:47 GMT -5
"You can relate the tale to either of us, and we can put it to verse. We will add all that we can to make it an epic for the ages." Shah leans forward with some interest in her eyes, "You must have only been a small boy then, when all of this began? A child of winter come into a man of Spring, you mayhaps do not know a true summer, though my lady does not know what a true summer of Westeros is like, but she imagines it is comforting, albeit less arduous than the heat in the East. My lady fears she would die if she worse such a dress in Myr."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 22:55:30 GMT -5
Kyma had snatched her hand out of his, but followed behind him closely, "You may." She smiled, "if you want to grab some salt on your below, I will not tell."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 22:59:56 GMT -5
Talyn smiled, "Thank you your highness. Perhaps just a pinch." He smiled, bowed a final time, and backed away from the Targaryen high table, making a deliberate show of taking a small palmful of salt, before disappearing amongst the black-clad ranks of his comrades.
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on May 31, 2009 23:01:41 GMT -5
"It's been winter since I was a young boy, though I do recall better days, if only slightly. I'd like to test the heat of the east for myself one day, particularly after such a harsh march down here. I've been told there is no greater place than Lannisport in the summer, though, I'm not really the type to hold to rumors and campfire talk."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on May 31, 2009 23:06:13 GMT -5
"She hopes one day you can travel and see things for yourself, and not be bound to one place like people expected her to do. She welcomes you to Myr when you have the chance and when thing shave settled here in Westeros, though she jests that you come before she gets to be too old of a lady."
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on May 31, 2009 23:21:53 GMT -5
"That would be most pleasant, no doubt. With your leave, I think I will be going. It was good to meet you, and thank you again for all you've done for our little army," he smiled as he stood to go.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on May 31, 2009 23:22:54 GMT -5
She smiled and nodded, adding a small wave of goodbye that needed no translation.
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Hope you all are well and happy.