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Post by The Smith on Jun 2, 2009 21:56:49 GMT -5
Its where they keep the horses.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 2, 2009 21:58:45 GMT -5
Kyma Targaryen walked into the stables and waved off the steward who worked there. She slowly began to walk up and down the rows of horses. Stopping at mounts of high quality to move closer and nuzzle the beast. She smiled at the clearly nervous horses.
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on Jun 2, 2009 22:05:16 GMT -5
Ser Owen entered, wearing what had not so long ago been his finest tunic, though it was now in shambles. Stained in blood, one of the two golden lions on the breast now blended nearly perfectly with the weather worn crimson wool around it. Over this he wore a heavy black cloak lined in fox fur. A longsword was fastened about his waste, and he had a yew bow in one hand and a quiver of arrows in the other.
He walked through the stables and noticed that his horse had company.
"Good morning, miss," he said as he shouldered the quiver. "Taken a liking to my horse, have you?" he said with a broad smile.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 2, 2009 22:06:51 GMT -5
Kyma turned and looked at him, "This one is yours? What is his name?" She crossed her arms under her breasts as she studied the man. She was dressed in thick red woolens.
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on Jun 2, 2009 22:13:50 GMT -5
"I call him Ash. Creative name for a gray horse, no?" he laughed. He looked the girl over and soon realized she wasn't a native of Mole Town, or some simple camp follow. "Gods be good, this must be the one," he thought, a bit surprised by the chance meeting.
"You are Princess Kyma, sister to the Queen, are you not?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 2, 2009 22:17:09 GMT -5
"Ash." Kyma muttered to herself, before she turned her eyes on the man. Her voice dripping with bile she replied, "No, I am the other red headed Targaryen princess staying in Castle Black."
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on Jun 2, 2009 22:25:24 GMT -5
"Ah, so there are two redheaded Targaryen sisters," Owen said innocently. "Pardon, I'd been a bit preoccupied with re-killing dead men to take notice it seems. Terribly rude of me, I pray you'll one day forgive me," he said with a little smile. Owen Lannister was not exactly used to being spoken to like that, most people choosing to pamper him with fine words in hopes of gaining this or that.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 2, 2009 22:28:29 GMT -5
Kyma turned her head, "You were fighting the Others and their evil army of wights. That is so uncommon. It is not like there is an army around here of people who have done the exact same thing." She sniffed and raised an eyebrow, "Probably better then you."
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on Jun 2, 2009 22:42:15 GMT -5
"Perhaps," he shrugged, "I never made a claim to be good at it. Anyway, I suppose it's a pleasure meeting you Princess, though by your tone I judge the pleasure to be all yours," he said as he extended a hand to pat the nose of his horse.
"Owen Lannister, though I imagine you already knew that."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 2, 2009 22:45:46 GMT -5
Kyma looked at his hand, "I believe it is proper to bow to a princess." Her eyes began to blaze at his name, "I did not know. Do you truly think you accomplished enough to have earned renown among that lot. I doubt the bards will even mention your name unless they need a rhyme for the word bannister." She snickered, "Do NOT get your hopes up."
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on Jun 3, 2009 9:27:13 GMT -5
Owen laughed. "I didn't see a banister on the field of battle, so it would appear I am out of luck. I knew we should have fought on a stair well..." he said his voice trailing off dramatically. He was a bit disappointed that the Princess didn't care a wit for him, more because he'd hoped to please the Queen then anything, though it was also a rather stiff poke to his ego.
"You need not worry about my hopes, I've quite enough to think about besides a sharp tongued Princess," it was then that Owen realized how little he truly knew about women. He'd been fighting since he'd become a man, hardly seeing women at all, and the ones he did see where mostly well beneath him socially, so he cared little what they thought of him. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Princess," he said, giving her a belated bow, though not a very deep one. "Had I known I was such an unbearable lout I would have steered shy," he said jokingly, "but I suppose it's true that you learn something new everyday," he shrugged.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 3, 2009 10:12:40 GMT -5
Kyma nodded, "Yes, and you had better take this lesson to heart. It will do you good in the future." Her fingers drummed against her elbow.
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on Jun 3, 2009 10:28:17 GMT -5
Owen wondered for a moment whether any of his father's wives or mistresses had been quite so bitchy. Didn't seem quite natural to him, so he wondered what might have gone wrong with her when she was a child.
"As you wish," he said, mounting his horse. "I'm off a hunting, in any case, but rest at ease, you've made quite the impression on me. I'm sure I'll be thinking of you all day," he smiled. "Perhaps no more so than when I gut my prey," he laughed as he kicked at his horse and rode out the door. "Well that didn't go well at all," he said aloud to himself as he made his way off to take out a bit of frustration on a poor helpless animal.
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Post by swedishchameleon on Jun 4, 2009 3:03:25 GMT -5
/ / / /
Halliron went down to the stables to check on his horse, his men had taken care of her after he went missing, and he had been glad to see her still alive.
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Jun 4, 2009 3:06:10 GMT -5
Borcas was visiting the stables to see how his horse was faring, when he saw a knight dressed in green entering.
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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