Three dragons and a wedding

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

Gaspard leaned towards Obara. "Who is that couple that looks like they're flirting in the middle of a triple Targaryen wedding?"

[The Smith]

Milo smiled, "Well it would have been presumptuous to volunteer myself. So I decided on dog, because really cats are just out for themselves, at least a dog wants to please his mistress."

[Viea Greyjoy]

She smiled, an image in her head.

"Wheres the fun of having something that always does what its told?"

[Marie]

Jul 7, 2009 8:06:32 GMT -5 Lord Gaspard Yronwood said:

Gaspard leaned towards Obara. "Who is that couple that looks like they're flirting in the middle of a triple Targaryen wedding?"

"Lady Greyjoy, and Milo Hill, a Bettley bastard," Obara whisperd. "Lady Greyjoy is a part of the queen's own household for the time being. Hush now, my lord, it looks like the ceremonies are now complete."

They were indeed. Two of the three brides were cloaked with their husband's colours, only Rhaenys wore a cloak that was half and half. The vows had been said and the kisses exchanged.

"To the Red Keep!" Rhaenys cried, from her place beside Selwyn. "Let us drink and dance and eat."

[The Flint]

Talyn stood,

"By gods, I thought that would never end," he muttered to no one in particular.

[Lord Connor Tully]

Oswell stood and clapped Talyn on the back, "Right you are. Time for the food and drink."

[The Smith]

Jul 7, 2009 8:24:37 GMT -5 Viea Greyjoy said:

She smiled, an image in her head.

"Wheres the fun of having something that always does what its told?"

Milo barked a laugh, "Well I can think of several possibilities for enjoyment if you always did what you were told. But your point is granted, I would prefer a wolf to a dog myself as well."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"More of a struggle to keep under control." She said with a laugh. "never does as expected."

[The Smith]

"Has a larger bite then bark." Milo smiled, "So you a wolf? Myself, I identify far more with the haddock. They call them the wolves of the sea." He winked at her.

[Viea Greyjoy]

She grinned. "A haddock, interesting choice. I suppose that in relevence of my name I am more of a Kracken. but Wolves I suppose are a worthy creature."

[The Smith]

Milo made a squeamish face, "You are far too beautiful to be a kracken. No wolves are sleek, deadly and slim just like you. Leave the krackens to men of your islands. An uglier lot of men I have rarely seen. They even make me look pretty." He winked, as he pantomimed grooming his hair.

[Viea Greyjoy]

She chuckled lightly.

"Then you have not met the men that I keep company with." She said lightly. "Though I doubt that would change your mind."

[The Smith]

"To be honest before I met you, I thought Ironborn woman hard to distinguish from Ironborn me." Milo laughed, "You do your race proud. Truly you do."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"We'll Im glad to hear that not all of my people are hard to tell apart, though in truth I have the same with you greenlanders!"

[The Smith]

Milo raised an eyebrow, "You can not tell the difference between myself, and say, the Queen? You are an interesting woman Ganieda." He smiled, "It will be a pretty night tonight."