Prattling Pony

[The Flint]

"Why would I need guidance to the Red Keep," she said pointing with her finger just past his ear, "You can see it from here silly."

[Marie]

He laughed good-naturedly.

"I meant for the city itself. It's much larger than any other city, I daresay. And the Red Keep itself...I got lost a time or two myself, before I grew accustomed."

[The Flint]

"Well why don't you show me the sites then," she replied, "So that I may become acquainted with this big city."

[Marie]

"I will, yes. So...are you a Northerner who follows the Old Gods, or one of the few who follows the Seven? Everyone should see the Great Sept at least once, but I don't know how you'd feel about that if the Seven are not your gods."

[The Flint]

"Northerners follow the Old Gods," She replied, dismissively, "but if its a pretty building I don't care."

[Marie]

"It's very pretty," Mark asserted, still grinning. "I'd not recommend it otherwise. Else there's the Dragonpit, and any kind of shop that may take your fancy. It's said you can buy anything here, for the right price."

[The Flint]

"Maybe you can," She replied with a scoff, plucking at the hem of her woolen dress.

[Marie]

"You dont seem impressed. Do Northern women not like to shop? I swear it's all the ladies in the south ever do. Well, that and one other thing that I won't sully your ears with."

He winked.

[The Flint]

"You'll not get to sully my ears, or any other part of me, talking like that," Summer replied slyly, "And no, I don't shop."

[Marie]

"Then what do you do?" Mark asked. "Everyone must have something to do with themselves. If you don't shop and you don't take lovers, what do you do? Sew, dance, ride?"

[The Flint]

"Your a very forward little man," Summer said with a sniff, "Are all Dornishmen like you?"

[Marie]

"In a wya, yes, but none of them are exaclty like me," Mark replied with a grin. "Forgive me, I never met a lady from the North before. I don't know your customs."

[The Flint]

"Well its certainly not our custom to ask about someone's lovers when we first meet them. Perhaps that is Dornish custom. It would explain why it's a land covered in Sands," she punned.

[Marie]

"Oh, so it would. House Toland has its share of sand, as it happens. And our pricess is said to be particularly licentious. Many of our people seem to take their cue from her."

Mark grinned and bowed.

"I meant no offence, truly. Our people are fairly open about their interests in that area, as you'd see for yourself if you ever visited Dorne."

[The Flint]

Summer scrunched up her nose, "Yes, I suppose I would. Well lead on to this majestic building." she said sounding skeptical.