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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 13:36:36 GMT -5
Kyma nodded, "Rhae has turned into a political lizard. Snaking around to bite her sisters on their backs." She reached out and laid her hand on the back of Talyn's, "I think I have a better understanding of your problems."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 13:42:16 GMT -5
Talyn's muscles in his arm froze up instantly as Kyma touched him, but he relaxed a moment later, "Family is not always the blessing we might have wished it to be. It seems a shame that with a simple name, we find ourselves to be viewed through a lens which does not reflect the real us," he smiled at the woman, with her short cut red bob, "So who are you? Without the Targaryen name? If you were just Kyma, with nothing else to modify it?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 13:56:43 GMT -5
Kyma smiled wryly, "I am cruel and heartless bitch. I have a tongue that can cut men deeper then any sword. And a temper that brews so hot I fried others with my gaze alone. I am a dragon, ask any one." She eyed Talyn closely, "And who are you, dead man?"
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 14:16:14 GMT -5
Talyn smiled, "I a traitor's son, seeking redemption and recompense on the field of battle. I'm a leader of soldiers, I suppose. I'm a knight, although not as good as horesman, as I ought to be, in truth."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 14:19:48 GMT -5
Kyma shook her head, "That sounds like what you do, not who you are." She held up the breeches and nodded at them.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 14:38:59 GMT -5
Talyn shrugged, "Perhaps not, but yours was so much more exciting, I wanted to try and compete." He grinned sardonically. "I am a man who ran away from home because he didn't want to be a pawn in his father's game. Is that more accurate?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 14:46:57 GMT -5
Kyma looked at him, "It is good enough for now." She started working on the tunic, "You should go see to your men. I have to change soon anyway."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 14:49:07 GMT -5
Talyn bristled slightly at the suggestion that he'd been neglecting the men, mostly because it was true.
"Yes. We'll be marching soon, and I set a quick pace, but I don't have any doubt you'll be comfortable with it. In the mean time, if you need anything and can't find me, speak only with Old Dog. He's a good man, and he'll keep your secret." Talyn nodded and than stepped out, barking orders at lagging men packing up trunks and tents.
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Hope you all are well and happy.