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Post by Edric Stark on Nov 18, 2009 12:57:10 GMT -5
The party is held by the river, a warship anchored near its shore.
There's an immense pavilion full of long tables filled with wine and spicy Dornish food. The servants and most of the guests present are dressed as the Rhoynar people, not to mention the numerous musicians, jugglers and other entertainers.
The actors and actresses aboard the ship are staging a play of the Invasion, relying more on their body language than words.
Princess Nymeria and Prince Trystane, both wearing magnificent Rhoynar garbs for the event, stand near the entrance and welcome the nobles.
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Post by Flex on Nov 18, 2009 12:59:45 GMT -5
Prince Daeron, dressed in red and gold Rhoynish garb, arrives at the feast and bows to the hosts before entering.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 13:06:14 GMT -5
Ser Aerion Varner of the Kingsguard enters. He is dressed in red and green, instead of the usual white garb. Behind him, a young page is carrying a banner of a dead oak tree, with a black crow and a green snake. He smiles wickedly at all the Dornish glaring at him in his "Bloody Alex Irwyn: The Butcher of Sunspear" costume.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 18, 2009 13:11:07 GMT -5
Marianne arrived dressed in a gown of dark red satin. Her black hair curled arround her face framing it. The cut of the dress showing off her body.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2009 14:25:11 GMT -5
Valrus Manderly arrived, his second eldest daughter Brella on his arm, and was flanked by the rest of his family. They were all draped in their own house colors, though styled more in the dress of the Rhoynars.
Sojen brought up the rear, scoping the ensemble for any recognition.
Lord Manderly approached the Prince and Princess jovially, and as he greeted them with one hand, he groomed his moustache with the other.
"My, the two of you look exceptionally regal on this night!" He said with no hint of sarcasm. "Especially the young Princess."
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Post by Edric Stark on Nov 18, 2009 14:29:54 GMT -5
Nym offered him a polite smile. "Thank you," she said, looking at the odd-clothed group. "I love what you've done with your.. clothes." she smiled again.
"I'm really sorry I had to miss your feast, but I was otherwise engaged."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 14:34:11 GMT -5
There is the brief sound of trumpets as Queen Morgan enters, followed by Aerie Thatcher, and her other ladies-in-waiting, absent Becca. Morgan is wearing a stylish dress of the Dornish silk, which looks like it was likely very expensive. Aerie is more commonly dressed, in a roughspun tunic, and holding a rafting pole. She explains that her costume is traditional among the Orphans of the Greenblood to anyone who asks.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2009 14:43:44 GMT -5
Nym offered him a polite smile. "Thank you," she said, looking at the odd-clothed group. "I love what you've done with your.. clothes." she smiled again. "I'm really sorry I had to miss your feast, but I was otherwise engaged." "It is quite alright my dear. Quite alright." His moustache lifted in a smile. "These are my daughters, Brella and Daia." He said, indicating the gorgeous creature on his arm, and the pretty girl to her right respectively. They curtsied politely, Daia's eyes seeming to bore into Trystane. "These strapping lads here are Yon, Eled and Joren." The triplets, ten and three of age were completely identical to strangers, and often to those that knew them well. They were busy squabbling over something and did not look up. "And this," He said, motioning behind him. "This, is my eldest son, Sojen." The tall youth had the fluidity of a dancer as he moved toward the hosts. He flashed a smile full of white teeth as he held out his hand to first Trystane, and then Nymeria. "Thank you father, but I am quite capable of introducing myself." He said, his warm, brown eyes meeting the Princess', and holding the gaze. "As my father said, I am Sojen Manderly, Heir of White Harbor. Well met, the both of you." He said smoothly. |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 18, 2009 14:44:03 GMT -5
Arya was with them as well adorned in white and purple with the fragrance of pomegranate that her servant had suggested to her. She remembered that pomegranates were all the rage in some parts of Dorne and she liked them as well. Her dress was slinky and light, as Becca had demanded, with long sleeves sleeves that wistfully trailed her but the dress had no sides exposing the skin of her waist and some of her belly, a dress difficult to pull off but it fit Arya and her slim waist and wide hips well. She wore a white see through veil that covered the lower half of her face and drifted down between her breasts. Her hair flowed behind her back though she wore a nearly invisible headband to hold the veil in place. She was glad for some of the security it provided her, since her face was blazing red and half cursed Becca for suggesting such a dress that showed so much of her form. The sash that held that ringed her waist was adorned with filigree stars that glittered when the light hit them.
She half hid behind Aerie, standing close to her for some small comfort.
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Post by Marie on Nov 18, 2009 14:48:15 GMT -5
Joanna wore loose Dornish robes in bronze and green. The dress had a slight train but left her arms bare. A thick bronze armlet circled her left forearm. The thing was engraved with a dragon painted in green enamel, with a diamond for an eye. At her throat she wore a necklace of big green emeralds set in red-gold. Her hair was braided behind her head and tied with a silken ribbon at the bottom while the skirt of her robe was slit in the front so her feet and calves could be seen when she moved. She wore bronze leather sandals, lacing all the way up to her knees. Her eyelashes were darkened with soot, making her eyes seem larger as she looked around.
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Post by Edric Stark on Nov 18, 2009 14:57:41 GMT -5
"It is quite alright my dear. Quite alright." His moustache lifted in a smile. "These are my daughters, Brella and Daia." He said, indicating the gorgeous creature on his arm, and the pretty girl to her right respectively. They curtsied politely, Daia's eyes seeming to bore into Trystane. "These strapping lads here are Yon, Eled and Joren." The triplets, ten and three of age were completely identical to strangers, and often to those that knew them well. They were busy squabbling over something and did not look up. "And this," He said, motioning behind him. "This, is my eldest son, Sojen." The tall youth had the fluidity of a dancer as he moved toward the hosts. He flashed a smile full of white teeth as he held out his hand to first Trystane, and then Nymeria. "Thank you father, but I am quite capable of introducing myself." He said, his warm, brown eyes meeting the Princess', and holding the gaze. "As my father said, I am Sojen Manderly, Heir of White Harbor. Well met, the both of you." He said smoothly. "Glad to meet you, Sojen, Heir of White Harbor." Nym said and turned back to the lord. "What a nice family you have, my lord. I hope you all have fun at the feast." she told them with a nod and turned back to the heir, her dark brown eyes showing no sign of warmness, they hardly ever did. "Are you enjoying your stay, ser?" |
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 15:00:13 GMT -5
There is a brief disturbance near the entrance, as six large men, dressed as Orphans of the Greenblood not dissimilar to Aerie's costume, enter. They are carrying a heavy bathtub, made entirely of glass, filled to overflowing with water thick with white bubbles. They do not speak as they enter, but simply find a prominent place, and set the tub down.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 18, 2009 15:05:16 GMT -5
Aryta thought that this disturbance had Becca Thatcher written all over it but held her thoughts to herself and stared at the bathtub for a moment, then looked to Aerie. "I never asked how your husband was, I only found out the other night that he had come to King's Landing from your sister."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2009 15:07:08 GMT -5
"Glad to meet you, Sojen, Heir of White Harbor." Nym said and turned back to the lord. "What a nice family you have, my lord. I hope you all have fun at the feast." she told them with a nod and turned back to the heir, her dark brown eyes showing no sign of warmness, they hardly ever did. "Are you enjoying your stay, ser?" Lord Manderly nodded. Bloated with pride (and pudding), he said goodbye, and went off to find his seat. Sojen, however, remained. "I am. Though these constant celebratory gatherings are growing a bit tiring for myself. I am less used to the pomp and sparkle of King's Landing's court than I imagined." He swept his hand over the throng. "But that is no matter. It is a duty to be fulfilled. Are you much accustomed to this city, Princess?" |
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 15:07:56 GMT -5
"Oh... I am sure that he is well," Aerie said, "he's been very busy with matters related to his lands, I am sure that is all."
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Hope you all are well and happy.