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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 9:13:18 GMT -5
"You want him, he's all yours." Summer offered, sticking the tip of her tongue out over her lips.
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 9:18:30 GMT -5
Lyelle laughed loudly. "Oh, if only! My father would be very mad if I did anything untoward while he was not watching me." She inclined her head to Brandon, who was busy downing a tankard of ale. "Which is why that dolt is here." She inclined her head the other way, to two ugly twin guardsmen who stood nearby. "And those are my loooovely to protectors." She feigned a yawn.
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 9:21:52 GMT -5
Summer sniffed, "Well that's most unfortunate. I like poor Mark far too much to let him succeed in seducing me, only to see him beaten to death by my relatives."
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 9:28:08 GMT -5
"Perhaps we should find him a beautiful young thing to sink his teeth into." Lyelle suggested with a wink. "Though what I have seen of the population of King's Landing gives me the impression that the girls here are very... dirty."
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Post by Marie on May 6, 2011 9:30:16 GMT -5
Mark had listened to the women talk with some interest, though wondering if he would have to beat a hasty retreat.
"Yuo're too kind, my lady," he told Summer, before turning to the new girl. "Mayhaps I have already found a woman to my liking and don't need another."
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 9:31:49 GMT -5
Summer frowned, "Yes, I doubt any King's Landing girl has family who would care much what Mark Toland did to their daughter."
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 9:33:24 GMT -5
"Oh, that sounds naughty!" Lyelle said with a giggle, one hand pressing swiftly against Summer's arm. "Ah, he speaks!" She tittered, looking at Ser Mark. "And he sounds very dull to me." She yawned again.
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Post by Marie on May 6, 2011 9:38:38 GMT -5
"Oh, that is cruel of you, my lady - I assume you are a lady since the two of you are acquainted?"
He had made that mistake with Summer already and didn't want to make it again.
"No, ladies, what may we do to liven things up? I simply can't have myself accused of being dull."
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 9:40:31 GMT -5
"Lyelle Bolton is the name," Lyelle said with another curtsy, offering her hand to Ser Mark. "Alas the Dreadfort does not sound like a pretty home so I shall simply say that I hail from Flower Hill." She grinned. "That sounds nicer, no?"
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Post by Marie on May 6, 2011 9:48:19 GMT -5
"It does, yes. The Dreadfort is an unfortunate name to house a pretty lady like yourself. Flower Hill is much nicer though it souhnds like it belongs in the Reach rather than the North. Then again, the Manderleys hail from the Mander, do they not? How is it that you know Summer?"
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 9:50:13 GMT -5
"They do." She said with a nod. "And, oh, I do not know Summer!" Lyelle said with a small laugh. "You see, there is something that connects us women of the North. What it is? Well, that would be hard to say."
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 9:54:22 GMT -5
"Our beauty," Summer replied with a chuckle, "In truth, I believe I've met Lady Lyelle at trading trips to the Dreadfort, accompanying my father. But we've not had much opportunity to socialize."
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Post by Marie on May 6, 2011 9:56:59 GMT -5
Mark grinned. He wasn't sure how seriously to take them but they were pretty and charmed him so he would forgive them much.
"Oh I see. I wish I might come on one of these trading trips. It would be very pleasant to have one of you on each arm. I would be very spoiled. What do you think, Summer, Lady Lyelle, would your fathers take it amiss to have a Dornishman in the North? I have never seen snow, can you believe it?"
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 9:58:17 GMT -5
"I would wonder what my father would think of a Dornishman with two young girls on his arms." Lyelle muttered with a smile. "One of whom is his beloved daughter." She batted her lashes.
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 9:59:20 GMT -5
"I know what my father would think," Summer replied smiling and fluttering her eyelashes so that she and Lyelle made a pair.
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