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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 30, 2012 6:18:00 GMT -5
Gerold peers about the hall thoughtfully at that, taking particular note of the miniature trebuchet being toyed with near another surreptitious entrance. He allows himself a brief, smug smirk at having worked out the man's costume correctly. "Perhaps not," he says. "Or perhaps we're about to witness the start of one. Whatever their target, they might take someone's eye out, and wars have been started for much less."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 30, 2012 6:19:26 GMT -5
Nym looked over and gave a giggle.
"Well no doubt they would be sat before the Maester and be made to do something bad for it." She said.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 30, 2012 6:26:05 GMT -5
Gerold eyes the studious Hightower for a moment or two before his eyes dart away, questing for Maester Lymon. He shuffles awkwardly at Nymra's laughter. "Like wh-like what, d-do you think?" he asks, a little of his nervous stutter returning.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 30, 2012 6:29:14 GMT -5
"I dont know, cleaning duties or even having to write an apology and say it out at dinner or something like that." Nym shrugged. "Whatever Maester Lymon feels is the best punishment."
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 6:41:08 GMT -5
"I do not drink." Amelia replied. "Um..." Baelor replied, casually looking around the room. "Sorry, I think I forgot something over there..." He quickly walked away, decided to return to the girls he had been talking to before. "Ignore that one," He said to Tyana and indication Amelia. "She's really boring."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2012 6:44:14 GMT -5
"I am sure she is not," Tyana said, not pleased about the Stark returning, after her efforts to be rid of him, but seeing as she didn't have the heart to disrupt Dany while she was busy talking to her brother, she gave him a smile and took a sip of her own wine. "Why do you think that?"
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 6:47:40 GMT -5
"She keeps going on about the Seven," Baelor explained, studying his wine glass. "Then she called my father a heathen and said she doesn't drink!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2012 6:50:23 GMT -5
"Sounds charming," Tyana replied, looking at Baelor and smirking, "People of a strong faith are bound to see that, I am not taken with any of this nonsense about there being just the one way, but we cannot all be as civil and magnanimous as I am."
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 6:55:15 GMT -5
"Sure," Baelor said, nodding his head while looking over his shoulder. "Anyway, you can't really talk to her without it being about the Seven. She doesn't even want to dance."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2012 6:56:55 GMT -5
"Nor do I," She said, "Performing in front of you all like some kind of fool," she said with clear distaste and she scanned the crowd, eyes ghosting over each of the Hightowers.
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 6:58:46 GMT -5
"It isn't performing when you're dancing with someone else," Baelor said, adding "For fun!" He finished his wine and set the glass down. "I always pictured you as a good dancer."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2012 7:06:35 GMT -5
"Everything is a performance," she replied to him, and didn't comment on whether she was a good dancer or not, "I take it you will be dancing then?"
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 7:07:49 GMT -5
"Of course!" Baelor said loudly, and proudly. "Lynesse I have promised the first dance but after that I'm completely free!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2012 7:24:40 GMT -5
"How nice for you, I am sure all of the ladies here will dance with you." She said, just to not ignore him completely.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 8:08:37 GMT -5
"Then you humble this lowly miner, Your Majesty." Tybalt answered Danyella in the same jestful reverence. As the bickering began between the two cousins, Tybalt observed with the interest of a child at a puppet show. Finally he decided to interject. "Now now Rycherd it won't do for you to talk to someone of regal standing in such a manner, else we'll have to replace the horse's head with its ass."
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