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Post by Fel on Nov 20, 2009 14:36:24 GMT -5
Maekar shook the offered hand. "And how are affairs in your part of the Vale? I have not received much news about the Redfort recently."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 14:41:02 GMT -5
"Were you not at the Joust earlier today." Aerion shrugged, "If you did not see I do not wish to describe it, but the only thing that stopped Ball from get his namesakes removed today was a stand of witnesses." "I'm sorry. I saw..just..well, I did not recall at that moment, Ser Thomas killing your brother while wearing my favour is still on my mind."
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Post by Flex on Nov 20, 2009 14:42:09 GMT -5
Daeron succeeds and knows she is lying. She moves out onto the floor, and moves into his arms. A single hand reaches up to curl a lock of his hair around her finger, "If this is first, and foremost, what did you have in mind for last and hindmost?" "I leave that entirely to your imagination, for now." Daeron said as he lead her into a dance. "Let the night progress as it may."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 14:44:37 GMT -5
Aerion replied, "It is one of the dangers of the joust. He will be missed, but if he deserved a spot in our number he would not have fallen in a tourney." He studied her, "You do not blame your favor for Broom's sloppiness and Thatcher's skill do you?"
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Nov 20, 2009 14:45:25 GMT -5
"Things are all as they should be in my area. I am sorry for the minimum news, but I find news about things such as rainfall and a minor dispute about a sheep boring to write. So that when news does get sent it either means something big or something that I can't handle is happening."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 14:45:44 GMT -5
She spun around in Daeron's arms, and smiled, "If I do not know, I am sure to spend the rest of the evening imagining all the different possible configurations."
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Post by Fel on Nov 20, 2009 14:49:16 GMT -5
Maekar frowned at the attitude. "Something you can't handle, Lord Jon?" he repeated. "This is defeatist. The more capable you believe yourself the more capable you become."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 14:49:30 GMT -5
"No..it's silly..but nevertheless it hangs on my mind. My favour with a mans blood all over it."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 14:51:32 GMT -5
Aerion smirked, "Throat wounds are bloody when you hit that artery. That Thatcher was pretty broken up by it as well."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 14:54:04 GMT -5
"I suppose he may be." She sighed as she turned past him and then took his hands again. "So when you will be free of time?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 14:56:09 GMT -5
Aerion studied her a moment, "Not til after these blasted feasts. Too much is happening for me to take much time off now."
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Post by Ollie on Nov 20, 2009 14:58:24 GMT -5
"Yes," Gerard nods as his daughter greets the Targaryen with a polite curtsy. "Finding me better than the day, at least. Redfort put my troops to rout handily in the melee. The man is a good commander." "Mmm," Quentyn responds. He had not been present, though he'd heard the gossip about the high points. "Indeed; I hear the Hand honored him by choosing him first for his side in the trial by seven." Quentyn liberates two glasses of wine from a passing server and hands one to Gerard. "Come, let me introduce you to His Grace. A smile would not go amiss." He winks. Lord Cuy takes the wine when offered, though he holds it apart from him in a way that suggests the glass might meet with just as many lips as a septa would. "Rachel, why don't you see if you can find the Lord Redfort? If he's present, I should like to commend him on his victory," he speaks to his daughter. "After you," he informs Quentyn.
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Post by Flex on Nov 20, 2009 15:00:32 GMT -5
She spun around in Daeron's arms, and smiled, "If I do not know, I am sure to spend the rest of the evening imagining all the different possible configurations." Daeron's left hand brushed over her behind before taking hold of her lower back. "Mayhap I shall give you a hint or two."
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Nov 20, 2009 15:00:59 GMT -5
Jon gets a puzzled look on his face. "I am fairly certain of my abilities, such things I think I couldn't handle and would write about would include such things as a sudden army of bandits and outlaws that show up in my land from out of no where."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 15:02:00 GMT -5
She nodded, and her fingers caressed his back, "Does what you have planned rhyme with bucket?" She titled her head and studied him through her thick lashes.
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