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Post by Marie on May 6, 2011 10:03:03 GMT -5
Mark grinned.
"Truly, that wasn't the best thing to say. But say I may come and visit you ladies when you go back North, I beg you, or I will be quite forlorn. Kings Landing will be so dull without you two."
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 10:04:15 GMT -5
"Oh, I plan to stay here for a while!" Lyelle exclaimed cheerfully. "My idiot brother over there wants to win the melee in the upcoming tourney... why we came so soon I do not know, alas here we are."
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 10:05:16 GMT -5
Summer sipped her ale, "Perhaps you may Mark Toland. You'd have to speak to my father for permission. I'm just a bastard girl, my invitation doesn't mean much."
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Post by Marie on May 6, 2011 10:10:03 GMT -5
"I mean to compete the tourney too," Mark informed Lyelle. "But I was already here, truly. I would be honoured to meet your brother if you wish to introduce him. In the meantime, may I buy you a drink?"
He smiled at Summer.
"I will ask your father, in a little while. Mayhaps if you will let me know you better during your time here, I could then have a basis for speaking to your father. I know it would be futile to ask now."
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 10:13:09 GMT -5
"If I let you know any better before you meet my father," she teased petting Mark's arm, "he's liable to bury you beneath a rock somewhere when you meet him."
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 10:16:07 GMT -5
Lyelle giggled loudly. "And yes, Ser Mark, I would find a Dornish red highly palatable right now."
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Post by Marie on May 6, 2011 10:20:54 GMT -5
"Oh really? Your father seems a fierce and dangerous man," Mark said. to Summer "Do you have a similar temper?"
"Dornish red it is."
He called to the barmaid "Dornish red for the lady!"
Then looking back at Lyelle he said "She won't be a minute. They give good service here and their Dornish reds are most palatable."
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 10:25:11 GMT -5
Summer smirked, "You know I do." she replied.
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Post by Marie on May 6, 2011 10:36:29 GMT -5
"I rather thought that was wildness instead of temper," he said. "And I liked it. It's a bit different to the kind of behaviour you get in Dornishwomen. I'm not sure how but it is."
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 10:42:43 GMT -5
Summer shrugged, "I'm sure that's why they sing songs about Dornish women and not Northern women."
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Post by Marie on May 6, 2011 10:49:29 GMT -5
"Oh, no doubt. Do you know the Dornishman's wife?" He asked. "I always loved that one."
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 11:12:43 GMT -5
Summer snorted, "Why would you love that one? Isn't it mocking Dornishmen?"
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 11:17:07 GMT -5
"I heard tales that Dornishmen were... well, endowed like a serpent." Lyelle stated, sipping from her wine. "Which is to say: minutely." She grinned.
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 11:28:28 GMT -5
"are Serpents endowed?" Summer inquired.
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 11:56:02 GMT -5
"You'd have to ask the expert!" Lyelle said with a cheeky smile, pressing one hand against Mark's shoulder. "Tell us the truth, good ser!"
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Hope you all are well and happy.