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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 18, 2015 14:19:24 GMT -5
"I'm not really looking... Properly," she said and shrugged "maybe I should just pick someone who has already shown some interest, I'm not getting any younger."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 18, 2015 18:36:02 GMT -5
Meera laughed. "Well that's not a recipe for success. It could be fun," she said. "The Stark sisters on the hunt. Like real wolves," she laughed. "It can't go worse than Pentos, right? Who should we start with?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 0:55:17 GMT -5
"I actually think Pentos went rather well, all things considered," Robyn muttered, it's not like Meera was still a sex slave there, so Robyn had considered it a success.
"Why not," she smiled, "let's go hunting."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 1:16:16 GMT -5
Being a candidate for a sex slave is on the same level as being one, but Meera smiles. "Where shall we start? I think the festival of the northern camps but you are the driver here."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 11:20:20 GMT -5
Robyn would disagree that candidatehood and the actuality are no where near the same level, but that was just her.
"I bow to your greater experience" Robyn said with a grin, and stood, offering a hand to her sister.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 11:26:48 GMT -5
"I'm married and old," Meera said. "Let's try the festival area. If we don't find men, we will find jewelry," she shrugs. "Either way we win."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 11:34:02 GMT -5
"Not old.. definitely married though" she smiled though the idea of jewellry was not exactly high on her list of things she wanted, "let me know if you need to stop and sit down for a rest.. being old and pregnant," rShe grinned and lead the way to the Festival area.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 11:38:45 GMT -5
Meera narrowed her eyes evilly. "Just be careful, Robyn; some of the people here aren't used to having to look down to avoid stepping on princesses," she said. "I'll try to keep you safe."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 11:40:09 GMT -5
Robyn laughed, "what will you do? Chastise them into not stomping on me? Good practice for your mothering?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 19, 2015 11:43:16 GMT -5
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Shortly after his arrival, Benjen Stark makes his way to the Dornish camp to look for Ellaria Dayne.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 11:59:02 GMT -5
Meera laughs. "I was going to scrape you off their shoes."
Ellaria is playing cyvasse with a small child. She smiles when she sees Benjen and rises. "Ben! Good to see you!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 19, 2015 15:36:26 GMT -5
Benjen grins and hugs her. "Ellaria, I hear you've been doing well. Got yourself married too, hm?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 15:40:01 GMT -5
She nods. "I did. An old acquaintance," she said. "We were betrothed when we were children, before my father was lord. Since he came back...well, there's a lot that goes into it, but it ends up that we like each other well enough and we have a mutual interest in rebuilding Dorne," she said.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 19, 2015 15:51:00 GMT -5
Benjen nodded. "Is there love though, Ellaria? Not that it's any of my business." He smiles. "Our lands are more important than ourselves, after all, and we must do our best for them."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 15:56:53 GMT -5
"Love can develop," she said. "Symon knows what he's doing and he is strong enough to help me keep order. Order is more valuable than gold in Dorne right now, with the leftovers of my father's rebellion. Arthur's been having to drop bodies all across the desert to prevent more armies from rallying to brigandry."
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