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Post by The Smith on Jul 6, 2009 19:01:16 GMT -5
Milo Bettley slipped into the back as the High Septon droned through the ceremony. He looked around the room as he chewed on a plum. His eyes searching out Gen, Talyn, and Own. He smiled to himself and chuckled as he leaned back against the wall and covered a yawn.
Soon the ceremony was complete and the High Septon waved for the cloaks to be brought up.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 6, 2009 19:05:01 GMT -5
Talyn caught the Bettley boy's eye, and nodded respectfully, a dour expression on his face.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 6, 2009 19:07:56 GMT -5
Gen glanced over to Milo.
She smiled as she caught his eye.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 6, 2009 19:15:04 GMT -5
Milo smiled at Talyn, and winked at Ganieda. He mouthed some words at her, but she could not tell what he was pantomiming.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 6, 2009 19:15:23 GMT -5
She frowned trying to tell what he was saying.
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on Jul 6, 2009 19:16:03 GMT -5
Owen was drawn to the sight of a plum, as he'd skipped over breaking his fast that morning, and the diatribe of the long winded Septon had his stomach in churning like a springtime brook after the first warm day. After dragging his attention from the plum itself to the man doing the eating, Owen attempted to remember who he was. He certainly looked familiar, a friend of his father's perhaps, though it'd been a long time. While his mind whipped about it's meandering course, he realized the ceremony was coming to an end, and he'd missed a good portion of his own wedding. Interested, he made a mental note to speak with the man when he was freed of his duty.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 6, 2009 19:16:41 GMT -5
Talyn muttered something to himself, and turned back towards his wife.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 6, 2009 19:18:54 GMT -5
Seeing she was having trouble Milo nodded. Then he yelled across the hall, "How are you doing Lady Ganieda? It is me Milo Bettley, we meet at your wedding."
Everyone in the hall turned to look at Milo, but he just stared at the Ironborn lady.
After a moment the High Septon harrumphed and then continued with the ceremony.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 6, 2009 19:19:33 GMT -5
Gen giggled and hid her face in her hand.
After a few moments she motioned for him to join her where she was sat.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Jul 6, 2009 19:23:45 GMT -5
Gaspard held Trystane in his lap through out the ceremony, both quiet as statues.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 6, 2009 19:24:36 GMT -5
Milo walked over and sat beside Lady Ganieda he took another bite from his plum, and offered her a bite. Then asked in a voice that was only slightly too loud, "Do I have to repeat myself?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 6, 2009 19:26:13 GMT -5
She shook her head firmly.
"I head you well enough Milo." She said quietly with a small smile. "Im good, thank you for your help at my wedding, if it wasnt for your help there would be more of us dead now."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 6, 2009 19:29:46 GMT -5
Milo nodded, "I should have seen them coming, but I had my eye on this beautiful woman, and could not rip my eyes from her bodice. I hope you did not notice." He took another bite from his plum, and fingered his beard as his lip quirked in a smile.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 6, 2009 19:32:17 GMT -5
She laughed quietly.
"I was late in noticing too, I believe my husband was staring at someone bodice too." She said, amusement plain in her voice.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 6, 2009 19:37:04 GMT -5
Milo chuckled, "Was he staring at yours too? That would be extremely awkward for me." He made a small flourish, and he was holding a new plum. "Plum? They are sweat, ripe, wet and succulent." He laughed harder, slowly shaking his head, "My grandma once told me 'you can always tell when a man is on the make when he uses words like wet and succulent.' And I told her, 'You can always know a man is on the make, when he is breathing.'"
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Hope you all are well and happy.