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Meereen
Jul 12, 2015 18:25:51 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2015 18:25:51 GMT -5
Sirius nods. "Indeed. If they attack, kill them." He blinks. "You want to meet him?" He rubs his chin. "It can be arranged, if you want."
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Meereen
Jul 12, 2015 18:32:40 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 12, 2015 18:32:40 GMT -5
"The man and I have been enemies for a long time now," Benjen responded, fanning some air into his face. "If I am going to try killing the man one day then I might as well know him a little better. It'd be unfair not to."
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Meereen
Jul 12, 2015 18:48:28 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2015 18:48:28 GMT -5
Sirius sipped his wine. "I understand completely. He'll be here in a few days, then, I'm sure. I'm sure you noticed he has a habit of being...prompt."
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Meereen
Jul 12, 2015 18:56:06 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 12, 2015 18:56:06 GMT -5
"With a dragon, that does not seem like such a difficult thing," Benjen responded, sipping from his own wine. "Is there anything else that needs discussing? I believe Cassana and I wanted to dine somewhere in the city tonight, if you would like to join us. Sister, you too of course."
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Meereen
Jul 12, 2015 18:59:00 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2015 18:59:00 GMT -5
"Thank you," Sirius said, "But...there are things to plan, now. Another time," he said. "Talking to him is always a draining experience for me," he rises. "Princess Robyn, Prince Benjen, thank you for your friendship."
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Meereen
Jul 12, 2015 19:06:08 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 12, 2015 19:06:08 GMT -5
"Perhaps I'll bring some wine then, your Grace, to make the experience less trying," Benjen suggested, perhaps in jest or perhaps not.
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Meereen
Jul 12, 2015 19:08:26 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2015 19:08:26 GMT -5
Sirius chuckled. "I will require something much stronger," he said.
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Meereen
Jul 13, 2015 13:52:03 GMT -5
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 13, 2015 13:52:03 GMT -5
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Robyn was lying down in the room with all the pools not far from where her own rooms were. It was the first room she'd entered in Meereen. Her fingers were dipped in the water, as she looked over at the setting sun. It felt cooler now that earlier in the day, about time for the city to awaken.
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Meereen
Jul 13, 2015 13:54:58 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2015 13:54:58 GMT -5
The low roar of Drogon's slumber is overheard above her, and as she rests she hears footsteps. A splash and then silence a moment as the person jumps into a pool. "I did always like this area," the emperor admitted as his head comes up above the waters. "Perhaps the finest architectural achievement in this building. Those pumps extend far into the rivers for the cleanest of the water." He leans back against the side. "Has Meereen met your expectations, then, Robyn?"
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Meereen
Jul 13, 2015 14:22:35 GMT -5
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 13, 2015 14:22:35 GMT -5
Nothing said relaxing like dragons roaring.
She looked round at the familiar voice as Vhagu's head reappaeared above the water. "Yes it has, exceeded them now that the mystery of the plumbing has at last been revealed to me," She said with a small smile, her fingers making small ripples in the water, even as the splash from his jump wettened most of her lower arm. "I heard Meereen was big, but we have no real frame of reference for this in westeros to understanding just how big."
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Meereen
Jul 13, 2015 14:37:09 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2015 14:37:09 GMT -5
"All five of your cities together," he said. "But it has none of the wild charm. Civilization is stifling in doses too large. Makes mankind forget what it is at its core." He splashes more water on himself. "None of the soft men here could have accomplished half your family's deeds. they have gained so much it has made them worry. A man worried about losing a little will surrender all." He floats. "You've been dreaming, haven't you? Beyond normal nonsense ones?"
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Meereen
Jul 13, 2015 14:52:05 GMT -5
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 13, 2015 14:52:05 GMT -5
"Weren't you raised here?" Robyn asked him, slightly teasing. "Lands reap the people they sew. It's all perspective. People who have everything feel more keenly when something is taken from them. Gold does not keep you warm in the middle of winter" She sat up cross legged and looked at him again, thinking for a second about his question, "Do you mean, aspirational dreams or sleeping dreams?" She asked, with a small grin,
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Meereen
Jul 13, 2015 14:59:16 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2015 14:59:16 GMT -5
"You know what I mean," he replied easily. "No one blessed by the elder gods of the north escape my notice. For long, at least," he allowed. "And I was raised here, but I fear the lessons of the soft life did not long stick with me. My sword and my mind were all I needed to build myself." He looked at her. "I trust I am not alone in this conversation in seeking to escape the long and cold shadow of a name."
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Meereen
Jul 13, 2015 15:12:26 GMT -5
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 13, 2015 15:12:26 GMT -5
"That's the problem with names, they tend to stick to us. Difficult for people to look past it. If you want to leave it behind, you have to leave behind who you are, what makes you who you are anyway, everything you've done. Though you can always pretend. " Robyn replied looking back at him, "Softness can be forced out of people the way way it can be forced into others, I think a persons will has something to do with it also.
"Let us say hypothetically, that i had been dreaming things, what would that mean for me?"
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Meereen
Jul 13, 2015 15:16:29 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2015 15:16:29 GMT -5
"Your name comes with much less complexity than mine," Vhagus admitted. "The longest and oldest name in the known world." He shrugged. "But you do it proud." He relaxes more. "Hypothetically it means you are becoming a messenger for the gods, if you believe that sort of thing. Or else you may think you are going mad. They are hardly mutually exclusive options," he chuckled. "But I incline to the former. None know madness as intimately as a Targaryen."
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