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Post by Gregor Corbray on Jul 29, 2012 9:19:30 GMT -5
Gregor entered the room scanning the attendants as he walked deeper into the hall. It was no surprise that several of the fosterlings were already in attendance. A simple leather tie wrapped around his head with a leather patch over his left eye. His brown doublet was adorned with simple wooden buttons though in various shapes. Circles, rectangles, and even a gear. He had fashinoed each of the buttons himself. Stitched into the doublet were several pieces of sanded wood looking like small beams or rods. His tan leather trousers were unadorned.
A tiger was painted on one of Gregor's cheek while an elephant was painted on the other. He scanned the room noting the various costumes and their decorations inspired by Cyvasse. Most were very obviously fashioned after a game piece or the board, he wondered if anyone would understand his attire.
Gregor made his way to Sapphire and Maester Lymon. He bowed to Sapphire "You look striking my lady. You're gown is exquisite!" Gregor smiled at her then turned to Maester Lymon nodding respectfully "Maester Lymon, you look striking as well." Gregor chuckled then moved away. He liked Maester Lymon, respected his position and knowledge. So much so that he considered forging his chain. Something he had often spoken to Lara about. A shame she couldn't join him, but women were not permitted to become maesters. Gregor scanned the room to see if she was present.
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Post by Tallahar on Jul 29, 2012 9:22:34 GMT -5
Brandon walked slowly into the Ball. Wearing a bronze doublet with a silver trim his hair had been pulled back under a simple leather skull cap. Smiling at Sapphire as she spoke with Gregor Corbray Brandon moved further into the ball.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 9:28:18 GMT -5
Michael arrived at the ball, dressed in his usual attire in the colors of his house. He walked over to the wine bowls, and began to help himself.
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 9:37:12 GMT -5
"Thank you Mariya. I like yours too, you will have to tell me who made it." Nym grinned. "I do so love elephants though, but I guess that dragons are really amazing too..." "Dragons can fly," Mariya said with a small laugh. "I have always wondered where elephants come from. I don't think we have them in the Seven Kingdoms. We did have dragons once, when the Targaryens ruled us. But I should not like to guess which would win in a fight between the two."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 9:38:45 GMT -5
"I would think the dragons, what with the fire and big teeth..." Nym said thoughtfully. She bit the inside of her cheek as she thought. "But I doubt that they would face each other though."
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 9:48:21 GMT -5
"Because the dragons are all dead?" Mariya asked. "But both of them are just creatures from storybooks to me."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 9:51:49 GMT -5
Nym laughed easily. "That would be the main reason yes." She said. "They are to me too, but there is just something with them, dont you think?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 29, 2012 9:54:27 GMT -5
"Who does?" Danyella asked Jothos with a sly look telling him she knew exactly what he was talking about, but did not want to press the matter further. She lost interest quickly in the arrival of Gerold Frey and turned to the Tully heir, inspecting his broach, a warm smile forming on her lips. "A pitchfork. Is the rabble your favourite piece?" "One of my favourites yes," Jothos said thoughtfully. "I enjoy surprising my opponent with a well-placed rabble - so many weaker players do not consider it a useful piece, I enjoy teaching them otherwise." He sniffed. He looked her up and down and gave a knowing smile. "And you are the King? Letting everyone else scurry around on your behalf, defending your honour?" His speech slowed down distractedly as he noted the entry of Lady Isolvelle.
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 10:01:19 GMT -5
"There is something about all strange creatures," Mariya observed. "Something that is out of the ordinary. They make horses seem so much more commonplace."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 10:03:38 GMT -5
"True, thought horses are so needed and loved." Nym said. "But yes, things like Dragons and Elephants and even Zorses are magical to me."
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 10:12:58 GMT -5
"A zorse? What's that?" Mariya wondered. "It sounds a bit like horse."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 10:14:53 GMT -5
"Its a striped horse. At least thats what is in the books." Nym replied.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Jul 29, 2012 10:23:35 GMT -5
Gregor's search for Lara proved futile though he did notice a new face. The colors of her skirt named her as easily as the booming voice of a herald. He studied her for a moment from a distance, a few questions coming to mind. Would she be anything like the former Lady Hightower? Lady Gennifyr had raised them with the aid of Maester Lymon. What type of lady would she be? What were her interests?
Gregor's interest in people took a backseat to his study objects so that in short order he was studying an elaborate candlestand wondering how it was made. The new Lady Hightower and his questions about her forgotten as his finger traced the curving metal.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 29, 2012 10:28:28 GMT -5
Gerold skulks around the edge of the festivities, thoughtfully eying every member of the merry throng. From the girls chatting about fantastic beasts to the Tully and Tyrell discussing the finer points of Cyvasse itself, the nervous guest of honour - whose identity was never in question despite their unfamiliar features - and the other drifting young nobility who strut peacock-like in their finery.
A brief smile is thrown in the young Corbray's direction, the Frey quickly coming to a conclusion about his costume, despite the young man's proud expression that seemed almost as if the lad were challenging the other fosterlings to guess at his theme.
Gerold takes up a glass of some fruit juice - orange, perhaps - certainly one of the citrus types common to Dorne, and inches around to the less obvious entrance through which the new Lady Hightower had entered. "The new L-luh... Lady of the Tower, I believe?" he asks Isolvelle by way of announcing his presence, stammering a little. "You look as n-n-nervous as I feel. W-would you care for a drink?" He offers the glass of juice he selected, obviously trying to put her at her ease by presenting her with a refreshment she's sure to be familiar with.
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 10:31:42 GMT -5
"Its a striped horse. At least thats what is in the books." Nym replied. "Is it? Oh. I'd forgotten," Mariya admitted. "As fascinating as strange creatures are, I prefer to read about the Seven Pointed Star or of great heroes of old. I'll never go to the Free Cities, so it's harder to be interested in the creatures they have there, I think."
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