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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 27, 2015 15:21:31 GMT -5
Morgan stopped and stared at him for a moment. She wasn't sure how anyone could find her pretty dressed as a youth. "Don't talk like that, it's not safe, not yet," she whispered. "All I want is to study. I was never really interested in marriage and motherhood, truly."
She thought of Quentyn and felt a pang. He was her first lover and probably her last, too.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 16:18:54 GMT -5
Olyvar shrugged. "Your loss. White harbor is way friendlier than this pit of vipers," he said. "I am completely convinced the Citadel is just an excuse for people to gather information on the lords of the realm and spy."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 27, 2015 16:28:59 GMT -5
"Perhaps there's something in that," she said. "It doesn't trouble me. I want to study and learn, that's all. I'm not like other women, Olyvar, as you have surely guessed by now. Nothing but the deepest love would ever tempt me into matrimony. If anything ever could. But I have never met a man I believed I could love." She gave him a sad glance. "I am sure White Harbor is very nice, but it doesn't have the Citadel. This is where I was meant to be, whether I take vows or not."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 16:43:45 GMT -5
Olyvar shrugs, clearly not that broken up. "I think you'll figure out what I mean soon enough." They pay off some people and find the man's house. It's a two story but not exceptionally large, certainly cramped for the twenty young women forced to live there. "Looks unfortunate," he said. "No privacy for even honest activities here."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 27, 2015 16:54:55 GMT -5
"I thought it would be larger," she said, disappointed. "Ah well, once more unto the breach, as they say in the old battle poems." She stepped forward with feigned confidence and knocked on the door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 16:55:53 GMT -5
"Or at a brothel," Olyvar muttered. The door opens, and Morgan sees a stern middle-aged woman dressed in battle gear.
"Who the hell are you?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 27, 2015 17:00:20 GMT -5
She summoned her courage. "My name is Morgan Brax. I'm here to visit Lady Sara Banefort, if you would be kind enough to pass the message on." She smiled warmly at the woman.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 17:24:58 GMT -5
The woman looks to olyvar. "The boy stays outside." The doors open. Inside Morgan sees nearly two dozen extremely unhappy young women, and one happy one who she remembers from the west. Olyvar can be heard muttering.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 27, 2015 17:34:08 GMT -5
"Sara," she called softly. "Sara Banefort!" She smiled a little self-consciously, realising that she must look very strange at present.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 19:14:08 GMT -5
Sara looks a moment, then her eyes light up. "Morgan? Whatever are you doing here? We thought you were dead!" She rises to give her a hug.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 28, 2015 5:07:08 GMT -5
Morgan hugged the other woman back with genuine emotion welling up inside her.
"I'm still here," she said with a nervous laugh. "I had an...adventure of sorts. i decided that it was past time I visited Oldtown and then I heard that Lady Arania had chosen to allow women to enter the Citadel, beginning with a number of ladies from the Westerlands." She broke off the hug. "What do you think of it all? I hear there is much opposition from the Citadel."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 28, 2015 5:39:15 GMT -5
"they seek her destruction," Sara said. "Already. This generation own't love us, for true. Maybe they never will."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 28, 2015 6:06:01 GMT -5
"Perhaps not, but we now have the right to show we are as capable as a man," Morgan remarked. "It would be a pity to waste the opportunity. Of course lots of men won't like it, because we're a threat to their monopoly on knowledge and the privilege shown to men over women. But there will be other men who think we deserve this opportunity to prove ourselves. Those are the ones we should worry about."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 28, 2015 6:21:44 GMT -5
"Indeed," Sara said. "We'll have to look out for each other. The archmaesters are quite dangerous."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 28, 2015 6:56:31 GMT -5
"Yes. Lady Arania says I must write to my father. If he lets me stay, may I live here with you? It would be good to stick together."
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