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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 6:41:15 GMT -5
Sebastion Greyjoy, and Melinda Stark are married in front of all the guests of the keep. It is a simple ceremony as neither family cares for extravagance.
After the wedding all the guests gather back togeter in the great hall for a celebration.
Despite the merry pipers, and dancing their seems to be a subdued feeling to this wedding. As if none of the attendees are truly happy about the situation. Nor the wedding party.
Again the Starks and Greyjoys occupy the high table, in a stiff awkward silence. Only Anya Stark seeming to be at ease, or perhaps Balor, but he is too cold to get anykind of reading on.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 9:02:20 GMT -5
The Flints again occupy their position of the hall, with the Dustin's on their left, and Umbers on their right.
"And here I was thinking it may not happen," Quent suggested quietly.
"Hoping you mean," Danny replied, he stood, and approached Dacey Dustin.
"Care ta do a step or two?" He asked, in what passed for politeness.
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Post by House Dustin on May 9, 2011 9:32:51 GMT -5
Dacey, a pretty 16-year old dark haired girl, smiled politely. "Yes, that would be nice." She stood to join him out on the floor. Mors noticed with a slight grin, while his wife, Lady Bethany, wore a face that was impossible to read.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 9:48:05 GMT -5
Danny took the girl's hand and led her into the dance floor as the musicians began their next song.
Ryam stood, and approached the high table with a bow,
"Lady Anya," he said, "You must be so pleased to see your sister happily married."
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Post by House Dustin on May 9, 2011 10:35:00 GMT -5
Mors Dustin stood from his place at the table and went to where Lord Umber sat. "Good evening, Lord Umber," he said, offering his hand.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on May 9, 2011 14:29:06 GMT -5
Brandon takes the hand of Lord Dustin and shakes it, "And to you Lord Dustin. How faired your journey north?"
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 17:46:01 GMT -5
Danny took the girl's hand and led her into the dance floor as the musicians began their next song. Ryam stood, and approached the high table with a bow, "Lady Anya," he said, "You must be so pleased to see your sister happily married." Anya smiled smokily, "It brings such joy to my heart knowing that my sister has wed such a good man." |
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 18:01:26 GMT -5
Horas Blackwood accompanied by his wife Elena Blackwood nee Lannister and his loyal man Kennos Keath enter the fest, and make their way down the aisle toward the Starks.
Lord Balor spots the pair first, and a small cold smile darkens his mouth.
When Lord stark spots them he rises immediately, and frowns harshly.
Horas bows deeply to the man, and presents him a box. By this time, many in the feast are quiet, so the Blackwood's words can be heard, "A gift, from myself, and my wife's father." Sitting in the box is an ornate carving of a silver dire wolf.
Lord Stark takes the gift, and grunts out words of thanks.
Horas has a slight smile, and nods to Greyjoy, before turning away to take his seat.
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Post by House Frey on May 9, 2011 18:07:32 GMT -5
William Frey and his wife, Denna Frey nee Manderly enter the celebrations with the eldest of their children.
Denna quickly spots family and kisses her husband before rushing off to greet them.
William Frey, having spent much of the festivities nearby his wife and simply listening, looks for ripe conversation.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 18:30:01 GMT -5
Anya smiled smokily, "It brings such joy to my heart knowing that my sister has wed such a good man." "And yourself lady," Ryam asked, with a smile of politeness, "When do ya mean to be wed? After all, you have already shown a great humbleness in tolerating your sister marrying before ye." The Flints make warding signs and mutter curses as the sorcerer Blackwood enters. "Bad sign, him showing up here," muttered Hother. |
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Post by Flex on May 9, 2011 18:31:23 GMT -5
Jon Bolton, his sister Lyanne and Benjen Snow enter the feast hall and make their way to their table. The former takes a long hard look at Horas Blackwood, a curious look on his face.
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Post by The Smith on May 9, 2011 18:33:41 GMT -5
"And yourself lady," Ryam asked, with a smile of politeness, "When do ya mean to be wed? After all, you have already shown a great humbleness in tolerating your sister marrying before ye." Anya smile tightens, "As soon as I find a man as worthy as my brother." |
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Post by House Frey on May 9, 2011 18:48:39 GMT -5
William found himself sitting next to the Bolton entourage. Noticing the look given to Horas, William comments.
"I certainly feel more welcome at these festivities now that they have arrived," he commented so that Jon might hear him.
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Post by Flex on May 9, 2011 18:49:51 GMT -5
"And what would make you say that?" Jon asked, looking over to smile at the Frey. Lyanne, sat next to Jon, rolled her eyes.
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Post by House Frey on May 9, 2011 18:54:15 GMT -5
Williams smile did not falter. "Because one thing liked less than a Frey in these parts is a Lannister," he shrugged.
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Hope you all are well and happy.