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Post by Flex on May 4, 2011 12:42:27 GMT -5
Jon Bolton arrived in the great hall, accompanied by his sister. They both wore riding clothes and heavy cloaks, the latter breeches. Jon smiled at everyone present.
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 13:23:31 GMT -5
The Flints, gathered in one corner of the hall, observed the arrival of the Boltons with interest.
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Post by Flex on May 4, 2011 18:20:17 GMT -5
Jon spotted the many Flints and decided to make his way over to them, Lyanne in tow. "Greetings, Flints." He said with a smile. "I assume the heads of your houses managed to attend-"
"Unlike father." Lyanne interrupted with a sly grin. Jon gave her a sideways glance before turning back to the Flints.
"I do apologize; my sister has a big mouth. Where was I? Oh, yes. I am Jon Bolton, second son to Lord Harris Bolton, and though I may not know any of your names I do hope to do so soon."
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 18:43:06 GMT -5
Ryam stood, "I'm Ryam Flint, this my father Brandon. This is my goodson, Lord Benjen of Flint's Finger, and his brother Jonjen." Ryam said, counting off Flints, who each nodded stoicly. "That's my son Danny, my brother Hother, and his son Quent."
Ryam didn't bother to introduce the women, who appeared to be paying no mind to the conversation, but there were two of them, both looked old enough to be mother's of the two younger Flints, and so were probably Ryam and Hother's wife respectively.
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Post by Flex on May 4, 2011 18:46:03 GMT -5
Jon smiled and nodded at each man. "Ryam, Lord Benjen, Jon-...-jen... Danny?" He chuckled. "I am a firm believer that a large family is a safe family, though I wonder how often you all meet with living so far from one another."
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 19:05:53 GMT -5
"Weddings and Funerals mostly," Jojen opined with a half-smile.
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Post by Flex on May 4, 2011 19:13:58 GMT -5
That elicited another chuckle from Jon, who was yet again cut off from replying by his sisters who, with an exaggerated yawn, shuffled off to find someone else.
"Yes, weddings and funerals seem to be the staple for family get-togethers." He grinned. "Or war of course, though one is like to lose most of ones family in that case." He bit his lower lip for a second, an intrigued look on his face. "I have always wondered; what is the history behind the Flints? How come they have spread so far across the North?"
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 19:19:36 GMT -5
"Flints have been in the North since the old times," Ryam replied, "since before the Starks called themselves King in the North. Way back when, before the Andals came, there was a war. And a Flint, don't rightly remember which one, came down from the Mountains, and was awarded Widow's Watch, on account of bravery. And so it went, for a few more hundred years, till another Flint came down from the mountains, for another war. This one might have been after the Andals first started showing up, I can't rightly say. Anyway, He was given the right to the lands west of the Neck, and that became Flint's Fingers, and the Flint Cliffs. And Flints, being mountain folks, alot of them moved down and started living up in them high cliffs. So that's how we got down there."
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Post by Flex on May 4, 2011 19:24:26 GMT -5
"A riveting tale!" Jon said in earnest. "If only every family's history could be as heroic as that of the Flints. House Bolton? Oh, we just rise up in rebellion every hundred years or so and flay some Starks." He shook his head. "The Karstarks have their close connection to our Lord Paramounts, the Umbers are infamous for their loyalty and the rest... well, you know how rigidly honourable us northmen are."
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 19:26:22 GMT -5
Flints were simple folk, but on account of experience they knew when they were being condescended to. Ryam just nodded.
"Histories is like arseholes. Everybody got one." He said.
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Post by Flex on May 5, 2011 5:28:08 GMT -5
Jon laughed loudly. "Well, now I know you are not ones to keep your mouth shut when a thought strikes. But please, do not get me wrong." He finally took a seat from nearby and sat down. "Do you believe it is fun to be a Bolton? People see your crest and they think you a vicious monster. Such things breed a certain... sense of humour."
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 7:49:34 GMT -5
"Proven you ain't a Grumpkin or Snark," Ryam replied, "seems easier than hav'n ta pretend you ain't ifyou is."
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Post by Flex on May 5, 2011 8:00:37 GMT -5
"That all depends on whether people want to believe what they are told," Jon stated "or if they would rather hold to their first impressions." He chuckled again. "Though what does it really matter, seeing as all men south of Moat Cailin believe us to be savages."
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 8:02:58 GMT -5
"And some of them is right," Jojen interjected, with a chuckle.
Ryam chuckled and nodded in agreement.
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Post by Flex on May 5, 2011 8:04:47 GMT -5
"Well said." Jon replied with an agreeable grin. "Now, who exactly is marrying here? It was my father who received the invite yet it seems he did not find it prudent to let me know who the lucky couple is." He shook his head. "How thoughtless."
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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