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Post by Marie on Jun 12, 2009 18:00:45 GMT -5
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Maekar comes looking for Shahrizai at the lady's tent.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 12, 2009 19:31:06 GMT -5
He's let in warily by Shah's maid. She is sitting on a pillow with a small box sorting through some jewelry.
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Post by Marie on Jun 13, 2009 6:32:11 GMT -5
He bowed to her.
"My lady, I've missed your company. You are a ray of light in this world. Your jewels can't compare to your beauty."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 13, 2009 11:41:29 GMT -5
"Sit Maekar." She picked out a ring, "I thought I lost this one." Shah smiled and slipped it on. "Thank you for the kind words." She set the box off to the side and nestled into the pillows.
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Post by Marie on Jun 13, 2009 12:04:45 GMT -5
"You know I never seem to see you except when you're relaxing on your pillows counting your jewels," Maekar said. "What do you actually do, apart from lounge around and sing, my lady? You must have other talents I have yet to appreciate."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 13, 2009 12:08:10 GMT -5
"Well ser, I read while lounging as well. I'm afraid I'm a boring person. The last time I strayed from camp I was nearly killed. My role is as a diplomat, but there is not much diplomacy I can do at the moment." She shrugged and toyed with the ring on her finger.
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Post by Flex on Jun 13, 2009 12:27:58 GMT -5
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Ser Euric was taking a stroll through the campsite, needing a break from the reading he'd been doing.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2009 12:38:20 GMT -5
"Ho, soon-brother!" Saenarys hailed. He was sitting at a cookfire, eating the remains of what might have been squirrel at one point.
"Care for a nip?"
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Post by Flex on Jun 13, 2009 12:39:42 GMT -5
Euric stared at the ever-weird Saenarys but sat himself down beside him. "Of course, Saenarys. How has camp life been treating you - not that we have known any other life for a while now."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 13, 2009 12:44:13 GMT -5
There was the sound of a man whistling, and soon a shadowy figure came out of the darkness. Than there was a yelp, a crashing sound, and a hiss, as the cookfire was doused in water, plunging all of them into darkness.
"Ah... forgive me, chaps. I seem to have spilt my bathwater... again..." he hmmed to himself, "Oh well. What's one more day without a warm bath." The man sat down beside Saenarys.
"How do you do?" he asked them pleasantly.
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Post by Flex on Jun 13, 2009 12:45:47 GMT -5
Euric suppressed a smile. "Greetings Ser Edwyn." He said in pleasant tones. "Myself I am rather worn out.. too much reading. And yourself?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2009 12:46:08 GMT -5
Saenarys smiled.
"Camp life suits me well. Fresh air. Plenty of people. Oh, and if you like tents it's like heaven!"
He eyed the newcomer. "Hello. S'name?"
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Post by The Flint on Jun 13, 2009 12:47:38 GMT -5
"Ser Edwyn Banefort, as your friend has deduced." He says pleasantly. "And yourselves?"
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Post by Flex on Jun 13, 2009 12:48:42 GMT -5
"Ser Euric Dayne, Sword of the Morning, Master of Laws blah blah blah." Euric replied humorously.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2009 12:49:19 GMT -5
"Saenarys. They call me the Whitefyre." He said simply. "Anyone care for a bit of chipmunk?"
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