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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 13:34:41 GMT -5
"You could call me by my name." She suggested, with a snort of mirth.
"To see your face. You looked like a young boy caught filching hotcakes." She chuckled again.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 13:41:43 GMT -5
Mark laughed. He was almost ready to forgive her now.
"That's not so bad. As you wish, I will call you Summer. I never met a lady with a name I liked better. It's most unusual. Your father must be an interesting man, to sire a daughter like you."
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 13:54:00 GMT -5
"He's not, he's terribly ordinary. A typical northman, I assure you," she replied.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 13:57:31 GMT -5
"What is a typical Northman, though?" Mark wondered. "I've never met one, not that I know of. The little I know of them makes me think they have long hair and bears and wear fur cloaks all the time. And never smile. My nurse told me that it's too cold for laughter in the North. Is that true?"
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 13:58:28 GMT -5
Summer shook her head, "No, its just that there are no foolish naked Southrons in the North to be mocked, that is why we never laugh."
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 14:07:12 GMT -5
"Oh, the North is likely too cold for us Dornish. But do your northern people never remove their clothes? What about in bed? Do you wear wool and fur even to bed?"
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 14:09:33 GMT -5
"We certainly don't do it in front of the Gods and everyone," she chuckled, as she started to walk, not waiting for Mark to catch up, 'And we've no modesty. Naked, but beneath a nice warm fur blanket. there's nothing like fur against naked skin, you Dornish probably wouldn't know that." she said.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 14:14:42 GMT -5
"Oh no," he agreed, laughing a little. "It's too hot for fur in Dorne. We have silk sheets, mostly. I don't know what the poor have, but the silk is nice and cool, which we tend to need. I'd be willing to find out, though, if you've got a nice fur to hand?"
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 14:23:27 GMT -5
She patted his cheek, and put her arm through his, "I think that might be getting a bit ahead of ourselves. But I'd settle on a drink and a bite, if you know a pleasant inn or tavern."
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 14:27:31 GMT -5
"As it happens, I do, and I've coin to spare. I'll guy us a meal and a flagon of wine. Unless you'd prefer ale or cider. I'll drink anything," he said with a laugh.
He gently steered her in a different direction towards an inn he knew.
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Hope you all are well and happy.