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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 7, 2010 22:36:57 GMT -5
Arya shifted her bum in the seat. "That is something I've never thought of, but I don't really know what I have to do with Tomas, unless he said something about me that somehow made himself a target. I talked about how I thought Tomas was innocent to a few people but lots of people were talking about it at the time."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jan 7, 2010 22:38:20 GMT -5
"I mean you are related to us, so is Tomas, and Uncle Talyn was close to both my mother and Daemon for many a year."
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Post by Flex on Jan 8, 2010 20:17:21 GMT -5
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There were a light tapping on the door.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 8, 2010 20:46:53 GMT -5
Arya answers the door.
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Post by Flex on Jan 8, 2010 20:48:09 GMT -5
Daeron strode in, two servants behind him. Between them they carried a large chest which they put down before leaving. "Good day, dearest cousin." Daeron said with a smile. "It seems I tripped."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 8, 2010 20:49:12 GMT -5
She smiled, "And stumbled a lot. Have you brought me every dress in Lannisport? I think there should be many ladies angry with you."
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Post by Flex on Jan 8, 2010 20:51:19 GMT -5
"Oh posh to them!" Daeron exclaimed, kicking the chest open in a stylish manner. "They have been assorted from least revealing on top to most revealing on the bottom. That way you have to dig." He winked.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 8, 2010 20:53:57 GMT -5
"That is very kind of you," She giggled and bent over to look inside the chest and peered at some of the ones on top. "I assume you like the ones at the bottom best?"
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Post by Flex on Jan 8, 2010 21:00:41 GMT -5
"There are all very beautiful." Daeron replied. The dress on top was a silver wintery affair, with lilac stitching and a hood with a white fur trimmed rim. "I believe that fur comes from a very rare bear that leaves on the north coast of Ibben."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 8, 2010 21:45:56 GMT -5
Arya was genuinely amazed, "This one is my favourite already, it's incredibly cute." She pulled them out and made stacks on nearby couch. She took one from the middle, and one from the very bottom to sate her curiosity.
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Post by Flex on Jan 8, 2010 21:52:39 GMT -5
Daeron grinned and leaned against the door. The middle dress was a light affair of shifting layers, though none of them very thick. It was a light blue and there were flowers stitched to the bottom. "For a walk in the garden." Daeron pointed out.
The dress from the botton left little to the imagination; It looked to be entirely spun out of gold, with small cushions to lift a vastly exposed cleavage, an open back and a short and tight skirt. "I believe that hails from far-away Qarth. They have an interesting sense of dress."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 8, 2010 21:57:03 GMT -5
She looked at the blue dress, "Again, amazing Daeron. You have immaculate taste. She shifted her gaze to the gold dress as she unfurled it and immediately turned pink. "Wow." Was all she could manage. "Does this cover anything?" She laughed.
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Post by Flex on Jan 8, 2010 22:00:18 GMT -5
"If you do not bend to low then neither your bosom nor your behind shall be exposed." Daeron answered with a grin. "There are shoes that go with each of the dresses; the dressmaker implied it was vastly important." He started pacing the room. "If I remember correctly then the first dress came with furred boots... the second had some sort of slippers and the third a set of shoes with an extreme heel." He smiled and strode up to her. "You'll not be among the shortest anymore."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 8, 2010 22:05:11 GMT -5
She smiled at his touch of sincerity, "That is kind of you, I have always been amongst the shortest of ladies. I don't like looking up all the time so that's why I like a room with lots of couches." She looked at the blue dress again, "I think I will be wearing this one quite soon, to walk through the Golden Gallery and out into the Garden. Thank you very much my Prince, Becca and I are extremely lucky."
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Post by Flex on Jan 8, 2010 22:09:49 GMT -5
"If you'll allow it I would like to accompany you on this walk." Daeron offered. "After all, it is always good to be seen with company." He leaned a little closer and his tone became serious. "And we need to talk."
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