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Post by Marie on May 13, 2011 15:02:26 GMT -5
"Ah, I'm glad to hear it. There's room for a lot of difference within a famly. I've often noticed it. Here, why don't we get a drink and you can tell me more about your family. In the interests of good relations, of course."
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 15:05:56 GMT -5
"I don't see why not," Jon said, leading the way over to a table where drinks were given out. "So, what do you wish to know?"
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Post by Marie on May 13, 2011 15:10:24 GMT -5
"Oh, anything you feel like telling. How many siblings od you have. for example"? Arthur enquired.
He selected a horn of ale.
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 15:14:36 GMT -5
"Seven in total," Jon replied, taking a cup of wine. "Though Brandon had a different mother. She died when giving birth to him... which is not surprising." He chuckled and tasted his wine.
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Post by Marie on May 13, 2011 15:35:12 GMT -5
"Oh? Why is that? I mean, women often die in childbirth, I wondered why you meant it was not surprising that Brandon's mother should die in particular. Did you not have a maester to tend her, or was she especially weak?"
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 15:39:06 GMT -5
"My brother stands far over six foot, and he was a big baby or so they say," Jon answered. "It would only be a slight exaggeration to call him a lumbering oaf." He sipped again. "But there you have it."
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Post by Marie on May 13, 2011 15:49:27 GMT -5
"I see. You Northmen are generally bigger than most Dornishmen/ I'm not exactly small, myself, but I tower over my cousin Mark," Arthur said.
He was as dark as a salty Dornishman but he was certainly taller and broader than most Dornishmen, at least the few that Jon was likely to have ever met.
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 15:56:18 GMT -5
"If you see my brother you'll believe giants exist," Jon replied with a chuckle, sipping more of his wine. "It's my brother Marwyn I am most worried about. Such a shy young boy."
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Post by Marie on May 13, 2011 15:58:41 GMT -5
"Oh. I always thought the giants were dead," Arthur laughed. "But you'd know more about that in the North. How old is Marwyn?"
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 16:01:33 GMT -5
"Six," Jon replied. "Now one might think that is young enough to allow shyness, but the North is cold and as the Starks always say, Winter is Coming." He chuckled.
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Post by Marie on May 13, 2011 16:08:23 GMT -5
"I thought he would be older than that, twelve or fourteen mayhaps. Six is young indeed. But you could send the boy for fostering for a few years, mayhaps? Being a way from home makes a boy stronger," Arthur advised.
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 16:10:02 GMT -5
"Or weaker," Jon replied with a smile. "It does not help that father decided he invested enough father on Brandon and leaves us in charge to bring up our brothers and sisters. But that is my father."
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Post by Marie on May 13, 2011 16:12:32 GMT -5
"That's harsh. But do you have no kinsman of an age to take Marwyn under his wing?"
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 16:15:23 GMT -5
"Perhaps I could send him to the Flints for a while, they seem like a hardy lot," Jon stated, setting his cup down.
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Post by Marie on May 13, 2011 16:19:54 GMT -5
2I'm sure you know better than I do about that," Arthur observed. "I have no acquaintance with House Flint, myself. How could I, having lived in Dorne? Are the Flint lands close to the Bolton holdings?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.