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Post by The Smith on Aug 4, 2012 20:13:34 GMT -5
"I want to attend the citadel and was denied what else can I do?"
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Post by Marie on Aug 5, 2012 9:14:58 GMT -5
"We live in Oldtown. Find a maester who is more sympathetic to your desire to learn. Get him to teach you. Not as a true novice, of course, I know that wouldn't work. Not yet, anyway. But learn all you can from him about one or two of the disciplines. Then get him to introduce you to the Archmaester responsible for that skill and show that you are worthy of a place."
Mariya smiled.
"If nobody ever shows them that women are capable, how will they ever learn?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 14:13:46 GMT -5
Lara replied, "A blind man can not be taught to see." She finished her sketching and started shading in slowly.
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Post by Marie on Aug 5, 2012 14:18:24 GMT -5
"Not all men are blind, but we women might as well be, unless we can prove ourselves. Why not give it a try, Lara? There must be at least one maester who could see the advantage of winning your favour."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 14:28:46 GMT -5
"What are you suggesting I offer him in exchange?" Lara asked.
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Post by Marie on Aug 5, 2012 14:44:28 GMT -5
"I don't know. But all men have their price, don't they? Surely there is someone, perhaps a newly chained maester who would rather stay here and tutor you than be sent off to some godsforsaken keep in the middle of nowhere? Because they don't choose their own posts, do they? The Citadel sends them out at its own discretion where they are needed."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 14:55:03 GMT -5
"It is not so simple as that, but how would I make sure he was not sent away. Lymon arranges our tutors, and we have so many different ones." Lara said, "I appreciate your fervor Mariya, but..."
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Post by Marie on Aug 5, 2012 15:08:56 GMT -5
"Well, surely your father has some influence at the Citadel? I mean, their tower is within his demesne. Surely that counts for something?" Mariya queried.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 15:21:24 GMT -5
"My father does not support my dreams." Lara said looking up at Mariya dourly. "Does yours?"
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Post by Marie on Aug 5, 2012 15:28:21 GMT -5
"My father is dead," Mariya said. "I never met him. I don't know what he would have thought."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 15:43:08 GMT -5
Lara winced, "I am sorry. I had forgotten Mariya. At least your dream is attainable."
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Post by Marie on Aug 5, 2012 15:48:52 GMT -5
"Is it? How do you mean?" Mariya asked.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 15:54:45 GMT -5
"Marry a Dornish man. They would allow you to train. Or run away to the far north and become a wildling." Lara said easily.
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Post by Marie on Aug 5, 2012 16:07:08 GMT -5
"A wildling! I could not go so far north. It must be awfully cold, and wildlings have no law. No, I could not do that."
She considered.
"But...I suppose I could marry a Dornishman. And yet, I wish there was another way. Maybe there is. For both of us."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 16:32:51 GMT -5
"What is it?" Lara asked.
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