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Post by Flex on Jul 29, 2012 16:44:44 GMT -5
She smiled as Baelor came over to her, and she curtsied as he came before her. "Baelor, it's nice for you to finally show yourself." she said as she returned from her curtsy. "I wish that I had done the same, since then I wouldn't have had to stood her and suffer through the constant southerners trying to flirt with me or being in the presence of such bad craftmanship" nodding toward Mariya's dress At that Baelor laughed. "Always so dark, Ness! I mean, it's nice to see the two of us are matching but..." He looked to Mariya. "Well, she does like dragons, doesn't she?"
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Post by Rodrik Selmy on Jul 29, 2012 16:46:01 GMT -5
Rodrik caught Aaryn approaching from the corner of his eye. "Ah, Aaryn, good to see you." Rodrik turned back to the table, and spun back with an extra goblet in hand. It was then he noticed that the Crownlander had already gotten himself some wine, so Rodrik poured the contents of the extra cup into his own.
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 29, 2012 16:49:31 GMT -5
Jothos was framing further disapproving words when he noticed Dany's averted gaze. He managed to stop himself from snorting wine out all over her, putting his hand in front of his mouth as a precaution. "Your cousin is wearing," he paused, finding the right words, "a fine, fine piece of headwear. Clearly style is not hereditary." Seemingly as an afterthought he added "or perhaps it is just limited to that side of the family." Dany laughed, shaking her head. "Cut him some slack. He tried." She then shot a dark look Maerys's way. " I am the heir of Highgarden. He's just a cousin."
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Jul 29, 2012 16:50:57 GMT -5
Rodrik caught Aaryn approaching from the corner of his eye. "Ah, Aaryn, good to see you." Rodrik turned back to the table, and spun back with an extra goblet in hand. It was then he noticed that the Crownlander had already gotten himself some wine, so Rodrik poured the contents of the extra cup into his own. "Oh, hello Rodrik." Aaryn smiled. "How are you? You must be bored if you're talking to me. I'm hardly known for my conversational skills."
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Post by Flex on Jul 29, 2012 16:51:11 GMT -5
Lynesse gave Baelor a dark look. "I guess I can't expect you to know good tailoring when you see it, Baelor, you are male after all. The stitches are uneven, and I'd say it's more lizards than dragons, besides black isn't really her color, is it?" "I don't really know if it is or isn't," Baelor answered, shrugging, as he turned back to Lynesse. "All I know is that she looks pretty." He stuck out his tongue. "Just like all the other girls in the room!"
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 29, 2012 16:59:50 GMT -5
Gerold nods nervously, and colours, blushing slightly at Nymra's smile of greeting. He bows back clumsily, and peers at Mariya's dark slippers as he does, momentarily panicked that he'd missed some tidbit in conversation making them relevant except the mention of sick. He decides not, and shakes his head frantically; "No, no. Um. I'm not feeling the least bit peaky. Though it's true I don't handle wines and such well; I haven't- Well, there's still the dances to come yet, and... i'm clumsy enough without being tipsy. And you never know. This time someone might ask me."
Realising what he's saying, he coughs to hide his discomfort and tries to move the conversation along, answering Nymra. "Oh, i'd much rather be playing a simpler game. While Cyvasse is tonight's theme, I always found the board a bit... noisy. Too many complications in the rules, you know?" He grimaces, being very much aware of how boring he must sound. "Just- a smaller group, is all I mean. A tighter knit group. Less toes to tread on, less people to please."
He shudders involuntarily at the thought of a room full to bursting with clamouring guests, realising that his vision of horror is becoming his reality as even travellers from distant lands can now be picked out among the guests. He frowns before commenting on the lack of talent with small talk. "What about big talk?" he asks.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 29, 2012 17:04:11 GMT -5
Jothos was framing further disapproving words when he noticed Dany's averted gaze. He managed to stop himself from snorting wine out all over her, putting his hand in front of his mouth as a precaution. "Your cousin is wearing," he paused, finding the right words, "a fine, fine piece of headwear. Clearly style is not hereditary." Seemingly as an afterthought he added "or perhaps it is just limited to that side of the family." Dany laughed, shaking her head. "Cut him some slack. He tried." She then shot a dark look Maerys's way. " I am the heir of Highgarden. He's just a cousin." Maerys frowned, maybe he was spending a little to much time away from people, he had grown up with them, he should remember things like that. "You are right, my apologies." He took another glass of wine but didn't take a drink,"I should have remembered that." Hopefully it was the wine affecting his memory.
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Post by Rodrik Selmy on Jul 29, 2012 17:05:02 GMT -5
"Well, it is true that things tonight have been a little lackluster." Rodrik took a deep swig of his wine, and added, "But there are moments where gabbing like handmaidens is unimportant, like when one has a sword in hand."
Taking another swig, Rodrik stated, "I have noticed your abilities with a sword during our practices. I would rather be cordial with a man who can swing a sword as deftly as you."
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Post by Flex on Jul 29, 2012 17:05:19 GMT -5
"Sapphire always looks stunning," Baelor agreed, his eyes still scanning the room and stopping on Dany. "Ah, Danyella Tyrell." He winked at Lynesse. "Can you think of a prettier girl?"
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 17:08:42 GMT -5
Jaxro laughed, "Why would any one go there?" Zach's grin vanishes and he does not hide the annoyed look that came after. "The sisters are an excellent spot for sea farers. Nicely placed between Gulltown and White harbor. Many wealthy ships pass closely, though they rarely stop in."
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 17:09:14 GMT -5
Gerold nods nervously, and colours, blushing slightly at Nymra's smile of greeting. He bows back clumsily, and peers at Mariya's dark slippers as he does, momentarily panicked that he'd missed some tidbit in conversation making them relevant except the mention of sick. He decides not, and shakes his head frantically; "No, no. Um. I'm not feeling the least bit peaky. Though it's true I don't handle wines and such well; I haven't- Well, there's still the dances to come yet, and... i'm clumsy enough without being tipsy. And you never know. This time someone might ask me." Realising what he's saying, he coughs to hide his discomfort and tries to move the conversation along, answering Nymra. "Oh, i'd much rather be playing a simpler game. While Cyvasse is tonight's theme, I always found the board a bit... noisy. Too many complications in the rules, you know?" He grimaces, being very much aware of how boring he must sound. "Just- a smaller group, is all I mean. A tighter knit group. Less toes to tread on, less people to please." He shudders involuntarily at the thought of a room full to bursting with clamouring guests, realising that his vision of horror is becoming his reality as even travellers from distant lands can now be picked out among the guests. He frowns before commenting on the lack of talent with small talk. "What about big talk?" he asks. "Um...yes that would be alright," Mariya observed. She relaxed, having decided Gerold wasn't going to throw up over her slippers, and poured herself half a glass of Arbor gold. "Maybe would could talk about great heroes, or about where the Children of the Forest went. Or about the gods," Mariya said earnestly.
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 29, 2012 17:09:15 GMT -5
Maerys frowned, maybe he was spending a little to much time away from people, he had grown up them, he should remember things like that. "You are right, my apologies." He took another glass of wine but didn't take a drink,"I should have remembered that." Hopefully it was the wine affecting his memory. "Ah," Dany said, waving a hand in dismissal, finding her easy smile again, "no worries. Hopefully one day you won't have to be reminded."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 17:09:25 GMT -5
"What little effort Michael does not expend in the training yard, I'm sure he had to use keeping you out of trouble the last few years. What room is there for keeping up with each theme ball Sapphire decides to throw?" Tybalt said lightly, turning his attention to the second Hightower son. "I must thank you once more for keeping an eye on her while I was at Casterly Rock, Michael. Though I wonder how you found the time to feed yourself with all your other duties." Michael offered Tybalt a small smile, "I manage to find some time somewhere." He replied, "I do not understand how you live with all your free time. It seems like a man should have a purpose."
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Jul 29, 2012 17:10:39 GMT -5
"I have some skill with a sword." Aaryn agreed, "But there are many here more talented than I. Michael, Leyton, yourself..."
Aaryn took a sip of wine, knowing that the Gods would approve of his humility.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 29, 2012 17:12:03 GMT -5
"Ah," Dany said, waving a hand in dismissal, finding her easy smile again, "no worries. Hopefully one day you won't have to be reminded." Jothos seemingly noticed something happening elsewhere in the room. "Excuse me Danyella, Maerys, I'll be back in a bit."
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