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Post by The Flint on May 1, 2011 23:52:53 GMT -5
Where the Starks' feast their guests.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 0:34:43 GMT -5
Brandon Flint, his sons Ryam and Hother, their wives, and Danny entered the Hall. They strode forward towards the high table, seeking the Lady Stark, and when they did they took a knee and waited to be addressed.
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 0:40:28 GMT -5
The lady Stark was not sitting at the high table, instead she sat on the ground tickling two young boys. The lads rolled about the floor laughing and flailing in a poor effort to avoid her palyful attentions. When she saw the Flints about to take knee she shook her head and scolded, "Do not you dare kneel to me. If you do I will start acting the lady of Winterfell, and she is as cold as winter."
She stood slowly, and wiped away at a large streak of soot that ran down her pale cheek. She was pleasantly rounded, and her light brown hair tied back in a bun. No sooner had she stood then the two young boys ran from the hall screeching and pounding one another. Her glance went to a nearby crib in which a sleeping babe lied as a plain old septa gently rocked the cradle.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 0:45:33 GMT -5
Brandon bowed his head respectfully and they all rose, "Yes milady. we shall save our prostrations for your Lord husband's return. We have also presents for the children... which can also wait if you think it proper."
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 0:50:31 GMT -5
Elaine smiled, "That is your decision of course, but I think it better to wait for Benjen to return. Little Tarwyn is still to young to appreciate such signs of loyalty, but my husband is not." She motioned for them to sit at the tables, "Would you like anything to eat or drink? You have come such a long way." She smiled brightly, as she spoke.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 0:54:02 GMT -5
"Perhaps a spot of wine, and some bread and salt after our long journey would be most welcome and refreshing," Brandon replied with a bow of his head.
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 6:32:46 GMT -5
Lady Stark nodded, and walked from the room. Soon she returned carrying a bottlee of wine and followed by servants carrying bread, salt and table ware. They laid out the food, as Lady Stark poured the wine, "How were the roads? I heard there was a raid of wildlings that it almost all the way to Talhart."
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 8:47:19 GMT -5
This was news to the Flints, although they betrayed no emotion, "Wildlings as far south as Torrhen's Square? That is dire news milady."
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 16:01:05 GMT -5
The lady replied quickly, "It was a small raid, not more then five men. Lord Tallhart had their heads decorating his wall before my Lord could mount an attack."
Just then a door into the hall from inside the keep slammed open, and a slim, brown haired woman entered the room. She seemed furious, but the moment she say the Flints she stopped dead. The Flints all recognized Melinda Stark.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 16:17:50 GMT -5
They all bowed their heads again, "milady," offered Ryam courteously.
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 16:19:50 GMT -5
Melinda took a deep breath, and spun on one heel and left the room.
Elaine watched her go, and sighed, rubbing her hands together, "Is there nothing else I can help you with Lord Flint? I feel my good sister wishes a moment alone with me."
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 16:21:49 GMT -5
Brandon shook his head, "Ain't want to be one to impose milady," he said, "We'll follow your people to our rooms, if you'd instruct them to call us when your lord husband returns?"
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Post by House Dustin on May 4, 2011 12:07:30 GMT -5
Lord Dustin, having completed overseeing the preparations in his camp appears at the Great Hall seeking his overlord. He is accompanied by his wife, son, and brother.
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 12:17:55 GMT -5
Lord Benjen Flint was in the corner whispering quietly with Brandon, The Flint, who was tugging on his grey beard as he listened.
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Post by House Dustin on May 4, 2011 12:22:38 GMT -5
Mors directed a friendly nod.in the direction.of his traveling companion.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5