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Post by The Flint on May 10, 2011 15:22:20 GMT -5
"Well, it wasn't all charity," Summer said, putting an arm over Helyn's shoulder, "I needed a friend as well."
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Post by Marie on May 10, 2011 15:43:12 GMT -5
"And I. I have Helyn but I hope you will agree to be my friend too."
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Post by The Flint on May 10, 2011 15:48:26 GMT -5
Summer smiled, "Oh of course, even though you are married, I'm sure that hasn't taken all the fun out of you."
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Post by Marie on May 10, 2011 16:24:38 GMT -5
"Oh, not at all," said Isolde with a smile. "If anything it;'s increased my need for a little fun, because I'm a woman grown and more aware of myself than when I was a girl. Besides, it's boring to always sit in my room waiting for Mark to return."
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Post by The Flint on May 10, 2011 17:16:47 GMT -5
Summer gave Helyn a look and smiled, "Of course milady."
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Post by Helyn Caron on May 11, 2011 3:36:37 GMT -5
Velum returned the smile
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Post by House Fossoway on May 11, 2011 7:37:20 GMT -5
Wyman raised his eyebrow, "Your husband passed?" He asked Fossoway. Lady Alanna nodded. "Yes, the Stranger came and took him from us three months ago in a tavern brawl. I am sure that the Stranger has seen him to the other side, and that he is enjoying himself whereever he is."
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Post by House Celtigar on May 11, 2011 8:31:05 GMT -5
Lord Symon Celtigar enters the court, talking quietly with his brother Jon. He paused and glanced around at the various guests for a moment, picking out their likely origins and noting who was talking with whom. After a brief moment, he found a relatively clear corner of the court and placed himself there, continuing a whispered conversation with his brother.
Lady Ellyn follows him in a few minutes later, looking flustered and harassed and accompanied by a septa holding the hands of their 2 children. She glances back sternly at them and, pursing her lips and joins her husband.
Bran and Becca look around with awe at the throne room and the various lords and ladies present, staring at how different they all look and at the Iron Throne itself until Lady Ellyn kneels down and whispers angrily at them to behave themselves like the highborn children they are.
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Post by The Flint on May 11, 2011 9:22:52 GMT -5
"A tavern brawl, how unfortunate," Wyman says. "Who slayed him, if it can be asked?"
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Post by Flex on May 11, 2011 12:00:21 GMT -5
After wandering the hall for a while Lyelle Bolton arrives at the court. A splendid white and silver dress adorns her body, showing some skin in arms and chest region, and two snow ball pearls dangle from her hears. Her skin has been made paler with powder and she has black around the eyes, a light blue on her lips.
She looks about for someone to talk to.
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Post by House Frey on May 11, 2011 12:05:36 GMT -5
Two well dressed Freys stand talking together, a man and a woman, with a taller escort behind them. They look young, no more than their early twenties.
Their smiles are easy and inviting.
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Post by House Celtigar on May 11, 2011 12:20:48 GMT -5
After wandering the hall for a while Lyelle Bolton arrives at the court. A splendid white and silver dress adorns her body, showing some skin in arms and chest region, and two snow ball pearls dangle from her hears. Her skin has been made paler with powder and she has black around the eyes, a light blue on her lips. She looks about for someone to talk to. "I like pink too!" a child's voice says from behind Lyelle. A skinny girl, aged about 10 stands behind her in an expensive looking, but poorly fitted pink dress. Her brown hair is tied up in a ponytail and her green eyes look up to Lyelle. "I know that symbol!" she exclaims as Lyelle turns round. "That's a Northern one isn't it?" he face scrunches up as she thinks hard for a second. "House...Bacon!" she says triumphantly with a grin. Over in the corner, Lady Ellyn glances round for her daughter and she blanches when she sees her talking and scurries over quickly. "I'm Becca, who are you?" she says sticking her hand out as Ellyn reaches them. "My apologies" she says looking sternly at her daughter before looking worriedly at Lyelle. "I hope she hasn't bothered you"
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Post by House Frey on May 11, 2011 12:33:17 GMT -5
One of the Freys, the girl, turns to watch the funny little girl, while the man continues to speak, unaware of her lack of interest.
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Post by Flex on May 11, 2011 12:40:45 GMT -5
"Oh no, not at all!" Lyelle says waving her hands, fingers fluttering. "I have a younger sister myself and you dear Becca does so remind me of her." She smiled widely and gave both woman and girl a curtsy. "I am Lyelle, of house Bolton."
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Post by House Celtigar on May 11, 2011 12:47:00 GMT -5
"Thank you, Lady Bolton" Ellyn replies, with some relief. "Drat I thought it was Bacon!" mutters Becca with irritation. "Hush Becca, don't be so rude" Ellyn gave her a warning look "I only turned my back for a second and you go off causing trouble" Becca subsides with a blush and looks at her feet continuing to mutter unintelligably to herself.
Ellyn ignores her and looks back at Lyelle "It is the first time she has been away from Claw Isle in many years, I apologise for her rudeness. I am Lady Ellyn Celtigar. It's been many years since I was last in the capital so I'm afraid I'm a little unused to such company myself. How fares your family, Lady Bolton?" she asks politely
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