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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 8:53:07 GMT -5
"And I her, dear sister, and I her," Perros said, arranging the flowers he had brought at the grave and rising. "The people we lose, are not gone forever," he said comfortingly. Only Perros himself would know that he didn't believe his own words.
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Post by Marie on May 4, 2011 8:58:25 GMT -5
"You tink we will see them again when we die?" Viviane asked. "I always told myself that to guard against the pain of losing my boy Joff. I oft wonder if we are pecularly cursed. A number of my kin died before it should have been their time. Do you think there might be any truth in that?"
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 14:08:41 GMT -5
Perros smiled sadly and shrugged. "I don't think a curse took your sister. I have never blamed the gods for taking Tyenne. If I had the power, I would have taken her too." His hands clenched for a moment.
He put a skinny arm around her. "You must be strong, you will be with your boy again, in time. Until then, you have a family and house that needs you, and Dorne needs you also. Think not on curses and hardships, if you can."
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Post by Marie on May 4, 2011 14:37:24 GMT -5
"I try not to, and most of the time I'm fine. It's only when I come here that I think dark thoughts I'm as strong as I need to be, never fear. But I have a mother's love for her children and it pains me that I could not keep Joff safe. f he had been old enough to die in battle it would be different. I could slay his killers and count justice as done, but how do you fight somthing that is not alive?"
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 15:00:20 GMT -5
"There is nothing left to fight but the pain, my dear Viviane, and you have the strength to do that, I know it."
"Come," he said, patting her hand, "let us go, and think on happier things."
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Post by Marie on May 4, 2011 15:06:55 GMT -5
She smiled.
"Yes. Come drink a cup of wine with me, brother. I've a sweet red that's just the right vintage. I think you'll like it."
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 15:12:20 GMT -5
"You know me well, lead on by all means."
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Post by Marie on Jun 15, 2011 4:50:22 GMT -5
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Mark and Isolde Toland ride into the castle. Both look exhausted from their long travels. Mark seeks out his father, Ser Merlyn Fowler, insisting upon an immediate audience.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 25, 2011 17:38:11 GMT -5
Merlyn is in the Courtyard preparing his troops to move.
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Post by Marie on Jun 25, 2011 18:00:45 GMT -5
"Father?" Mark called, leading Isolde over. "What's happening? Have you heard already of the trouble in Kings Landing?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 25, 2011 18:11:07 GMT -5
"The Princess ordered up troops to guard the north. She has received word that the Vale may march on us with the Stormlands." Merlyn replied.
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Post by Marie on Jun 25, 2011 18:24:24 GMT -5
Mark swore.
"Gods, is there no end to the trouble? HAve you heard about Mother?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 25, 2011 18:33:10 GMT -5
"Of course." Merlyn replied.
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Post by Marie on Jun 25, 2011 18:57:56 GMT -5
"We must save our troops to get her freed," Mark replied. "This business with the Vale and the Stormlands is nothing compared to Mother's freedom. This is a direct insult to House Toland and it must be answered."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 25, 2011 19:27:48 GMT -5
Merlyn smirked, "Where would you have me lead those men?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.