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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 13:26:00 GMT -5
Isolde flinched from the woman, annoyed and hurt by her cruelty. She struggled to hold back the tears. "Therei s nothing wrong with my dress, my lady. I had it from a dressmaker here in the city and she assured me it was entirely fashionable." "You should give me her name. It is unkind the business practices these dressmakers get into simple to sell a dress from last winter." Lady Royce replied easily. |
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 13:27:11 GMT -5
"Not many," Brandon replied. "We do things ourselves up in the North. Though for a girl like you I'd make an exception." He chuckled. "Pampered lady that you are."
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 13:31:21 GMT -5
Delinda snorted, "Pampered he calls me. From the man who walked up to me and smiled, and expected I would giggle myself straight onto his cock." She shook her head, "Tell me I am wrong, and the world will know you as a liar."
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 13:38:50 GMT -5
Brandon laughed. "You sneer at me and frown because I am a northman, and here you are in your pretty dress, with your makeup and your hair." He grinned. "Sounds pampered to me, pretty little lady. And if I want you I will take you."
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Post by House Frey on May 15, 2011 13:42:04 GMT -5
Frey nodded, his face grim as always. "Very well. I will leave you to your other guests. Farewell," he said, bowing his head.
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Post by Horas on May 15, 2011 13:45:54 GMT -5
"I suppose it does," Ranulf replies. "And what do you think of our grand capital, Lyanne?" "It stinks and it's too full," Lyanne replied, finishing her wine. "Where I come from there are leagues of nothing but fields and forests. True country, not what you have down here!" "Boring country," Ranulf retorts, "I can't even imagine what you Northerners resort to for entertainment. Can't even grow a proper grape." He sets down his empty cup. "Speaking of which," he refills his cup, then looks at hers, "you'll never finish a keg at the speed you're going." |
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 13:48:48 GMT -5
"Boring country," Ranulf retorts, "I can't even imagine what you Northerners resort to for entertainment. Can't even grow a proper grape." He sets down his empty cup. "Speaking of which," he refills his cup, then looks at hers, "you'll never finish a keg at the speed you're going." "The man who drinks fast is the first to fall," Lyanne replied with a chortle. "Now we may not be able to grow any of your red juice up there but we've got ales and mead that can kick a hole in your stomach!" She grinned and held her goblet up for a refill. |
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Post by Horas on May 15, 2011 13:53:45 GMT -5
He pours Lyanne more of the Arbor red and gives her a wounded look. "Red juice? Dear gods, woman, but if you cannot recognize an Arbor vintage for the pleasure it is, all hope may be lost for you." He smiles. "Ale is a fine drink... once you have already finished all the wine."
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 14:01:19 GMT -5
Brandon laughed. "You sneer at me and frown because I am a northman, and here you are in your pretty dress, with your makeup and your hair." He grinned. "Sounds pampered to me, pretty little lady. And if I want you I will take you." "So rape is now the proposed endgame for this conversation." Delinda replied, "You are an interesting man, indeed." |
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Post by Marie on May 15, 2011 14:04:02 GMT -5
"You should give me her name. It is unkind the business practices these dressmakers get into simple to sell a dress from last winter." Lady Royce replied easily. "I am well content," Isolde murmured. "The dress suits me and I don 't care if it's the wrong season. I would look foolish if I wore a dress from this seaoson that did not suit me. It's better to wear what is right for me, is it not?" |
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2011 14:04:08 GMT -5
Myriah took his arm lightly in hers and sniffed quietly. Proud she had managed to refrain from crying. "Thank you, Ser, that is very kind of you... My uncle should be doing that, not picking fights." She said, shaking her head, much calmer now, "How is it that you know Myranda...?" she asked, face forming into a frown.
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 14:21:01 GMT -5
He pours Lyanne more of the Arbor red and gives her a wounded look. "Red juice? Dear gods, woman, but if you cannot recognize an Arbor vintage for the pleasure it is, all hope may be lost for you." He smiles. "Ale is a fine drink... once you have already finished all the wine." "It seems we have already found the main difference between our peoples," Lyanne replied with a wink. "Taste!" She set the cup to her lips but paused. "For being a lover of wine you sure are drinking slowly, Ser Ranulf." |
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 14:22:08 GMT -5
"So rape is now the proposed endgame for this conversation." Delinda replied, "You are an interesting man, indeed." "Rape? Bah!" Brandon says, raising his cup of mead. "Get a few drinks in you and you'll be willing to let me carry you away, girl! Once you go North you never go..." He frowns. "With anyone else." |
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 14:32:05 GMT -5
"Rape? Bah!" Brandon says, raising his cup of mead. "Get a few drinks in you and you'll be willing to let me carry you away, girl! Once you go North you never go..." He frowns. "With anyone else." Delinda stared at him, and frowned, "You are brash, and quite an ass. If you have ever lain with a woman then you must be well endowed." |
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 14:43:15 GMT -5
"Which speaks for me, does it not?" Brandon asked with a grin before downing his mead. "I'd be quite interested in seeing what's beneath that dress."
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Hope you all are well and happy.