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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 10:35:07 GMT -5
Nym wrinkled her nose that the word of piety, she followed the seven, but only when she was made to.
"I dont know. I think it would be interesting there, just for the change." She said.
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Post by Rodrik Selmy on Jul 29, 2012 10:40:24 GMT -5
Rodrik arrives to find that many of the foster-lings had already made it to the festivities. His light-brown hair is in a slightly less messy state, though it seems to be getting messier with every step.
The young man is dressed in a simple doublet, matching the color of his hair. A stalk of wheat portaying House Selmy has been embroidered above his left breast, whilst the right side has a crude spear on it. At least it was suppose to be a spear, but Rodrik had procrastinated heavily in choosing his dress attire. Needless to say, Rodrik's clothing is much less ostentatious then his fellow guests.
Rodrik greets Lady Sapphire, and throws a glance at the maestar. After the pleasantries, Rodrik moves over to the food and grabs an apple from a tray.
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 10:43:55 GMT -5
"Yes, but who is going to take a young girl to the Free Cities?" Mariya asked Nym. "You'd have to marry the sort of man who likes travelling."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 10:46:51 GMT -5
"Maybe when I am older someone will. Who knows?" Nym said. "It is just a silly dream anyway."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 10:55:20 GMT -5
Ser Derek Flowers enters the ball, and wanders toward the new lady of the house.
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 11:05:07 GMT -5
"Dreams are not silly," Mariya said quietly. "It's jut that you need to find the right person to take you."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 11:09:29 GMT -5
"Not all of them are but that one is." Nym said, she smiled. "Dont you ever just wish that you were male for a short time so that you werent so limited."
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 11:16:09 GMT -5
"Sometimes I do."
Mariya whispered so that nobody else could hear. Then she had a daring thought.
"Nym, let's talk about this again. Not here, it would be too dangerous. But in private later."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 11:17:20 GMT -5
Nym smiled and nodded.
"Of course Mariya, if you wish." She whispered back.
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Jul 29, 2012 11:22:32 GMT -5
"So they tell me," she answered half jokingly as she accepted the drink offered her by Gerold gratefully. "And what may I call you?"
"Ser Flowers," said Isolvelle with some relief, "How fortunate for me that there is at least one familiar face in attendance," and though her words were sincere, her smile did not touch her eyes as she fidgeted uncomfortably trying to pull flat the wide skirts of her gown.
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Jul 29, 2012 11:23:37 GMT -5
Aaryn Sunglass entered the hall wearing one of his few pieces of dress attire, a white doublet and matching white breeches. On his right breast were the seven stars of his house. A cheap brooch resembling a horse was clasped to his doublet across from the stars. He looked thoroughly disinterested in the proceedings already.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 11:28:19 GMT -5
"Welcome to Hightower my lady. We have all been eagerly awaiting your arrival." Derek bowed, and offered her a smile.
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 11:30:19 GMT -5
Zachery looked around at everyone, then moved to find the wine. He gulped down a goblet quickly before then pouring himself another from the decanter to sip on and enjoy. He leaned back onto a wall to do some people watching.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 29, 2012 11:56:59 GMT -5
Gerold smiles weakly at the jest. "Um. Gerold, milady. Of house Frey. We-..." he begins to say something, but blanches at the sight of the imposing figure of the approaching Derek Flowers. He takes a few steps away, trying to fade into the background once more. The young man had never been proficient with a blade, and didn't need reminding of that fact by the oh-so-very-talented Hightower bastard.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Jul 29, 2012 11:59:28 GMT -5
Tybalt headed straight for the wine as well, noting the arrival of some of the other fosterlings with mild interest. He downed a goblet a wine before turning to Borrell.
"Almost didn't see you there Zach, so convincing was your impression of a wallflower." he jested, taking a spot beside him. "So would you like to place wagers now on how many courses we get through before Joss decides to grace us with his presence?"
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