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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2012 12:19:54 GMT -5
Lara looked at Gregor, "It is not the marriage that offends, but she is twenty... and Dornish."
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Post by Marie on Jul 30, 2012 12:21:08 GMT -5
"I like black. It suits my colouring," Mariya explained. And the silver shows up especially well against it."
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 12:41:58 GMT -5
"And no one else is wearing it," Baelor said. "Well, except me of course. Looking all gloomy for our new foster mother." He grinned.
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Post by Marie on Jul 30, 2012 12:45:26 GMT -5
"I don't think my dress is gloomy," Mariya said. "I think it looks striking, with everyone else in brighter colours. I'm sure Lady Hightower doesn't object. And we're here, aren't we? Isn't that what counts?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 12:50:43 GMT -5
Jothos drops onto the table Gregor and Lara are sat at.
"What news?" he asks of the two with an air of confidence and familiarity.
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Jul 30, 2012 12:52:14 GMT -5
Aaryn staggered over to the nearest bench and sat down. He didn't recall exactly how much wine he'd drunk so far, but it had probably been to much.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Jul 30, 2012 12:55:20 GMT -5
"According to Lara, there is no news." He glanced at Lara with a slight shake of his head. There was always news. "We were discussing Lady Isolvelle. What do you make of her Jothos?" In Gregor's experience Jothos was always free with his opinion and he was quite intelligent to boot.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 13:00:35 GMT -5
Tully wrinkled his nose and threw a look in the direction of Lord Garnet's new wife.
"She's young," he said simply.
"Barring that, I'll reserve judgement until I've spoken with her for the first time." He sniffed.
His gaze shifts over to Baelor and a small smile forms on his lips. He tips his head slightly in the direction of the Stark heir.
"Five silver stags says that prancing jackanapes makes a pass at her before the year is through."
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 13:00:45 GMT -5
"I don't think my dress is gloomy," Mariya said. "I think it looks striking, with everyone else in brighter colours. I'm sure Lady Hightower doesn't object. And we're here, aren't we? Isn't that what counts?" "I guess so, but that's not how they see it, right?" Baelor asked with a laugh. "You'll be called the miserable one, or the dead one or something. 'You're at a funeral!' they'll say."
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Post by Marie on Jul 30, 2012 13:03:51 GMT -5
Mariya shrugged.
"Let them. I would not be comfortable dressed as some of the ladies are. But tell me, why did you choose black?"
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 13:04:56 GMT -5
"Because it would stand out among all these flowers," Baelor stated. "And because people would complain!"
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 30, 2012 13:08:31 GMT -5
With Baelor now come over to converse with Mariya and Nymra, Gerold bows politely before once again fadeing into the background, taking a moment to pick up a glass of grape juice, which he nurses in a shady corner far from the worst of the noise.
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Post by Marie on Jul 30, 2012 13:08:59 GMT -5
"Oh. You wanted people to take notice of you? That wasn't my intention. Do you want to be the centre of attention then?" She asked.
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 13:17:17 GMT -5
"Oh. You wanted people to take notice of you? That wasn't my intention. Do you want to be the centre of attention then?" She asked. Baelor laughed again. "It's fun to cause a stir, Mariya, that's why. Maybe I should go spill some wine over someone?"
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Jul 30, 2012 13:18:12 GMT -5
Tully wrinkled his nose and threw a look in the direction of Lord Garnet's new wife. "She's young," he said simply. "Barring that, I'll reserve judgement until I've spoken with her for the first time." He sniffed. His gaze shifts over to Baelor and a small smile forms on his lips. He tips his head slightly in the direction of the Stark heir. "Five silver stags says that prancing jackanapes makes a pass at her before the year is through." "He may not even make it past this evening." He chuckled "If the Lord Hand catches him he will flay him from head to toe. That would be interesting to see." Gregor said thoughtfully, he had seen dissections but never seen someone flayed.
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