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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 11:35:45 GMT -5
"What stories?" RObyn asked looking interested again and they left the building.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 12:07:59 GMT -5
Cassana chuckled. "Supposedly they are warlocks and they drug people. I've never met anyone who has ever actually seen it happen, of course, but they are definitely odd folks. I doubt they're even really warlocks, but how fascinating if they were, hm?" She downs a drink on the walk. The new place is decorated with erotic art everywhere, and the clientele leans heavily to the vastly rich and powerful, based on their dress.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 12:35:27 GMT -5
Robyn was surprised Cassana brought them to a place like this, with the art and what not, pleasantly so, she seemed less boring now.
"Well, let me try your drinks first if you like, you're more important than I am, can't have you being... enchanted on drinks I made you have' She grinned and looked the room over.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 12:41:06 GMT -5
Robyn hasn't ever had sex, but she could learn everything she'd ever need to know by remembering the art, probably. Cassana looks about. "Oh, I'm not half so important as you, Robyn. Here in Meereen not even a warlock would try anything to a Targaryen," she said. She looks at one particularly...acrobatic picture. "I'm not even sure that's possible, and I train every day."
The proprietors comes out, a pale man and woman, both in their forties. They chat to Cassana a second and then smile. Drinks are brought out. Cassana raises hers. "To the north, home and haven," she said. The drinks smell like apples and some other fruit, and something in the fdrink makes it fizzy.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 12:47:32 GMT -5
"Please," Robyn scoffed, "You're the sister of a King and the wife of a prince and a future Queen... which if each one is in equal, makes your two thirds more important than I am" she grinned and looked at the drinks.
She raised it, sniffed it, it smelt odd, like nothing she had tried, but then again, so had the last one. Never one to be too tepid robyn took a large gulp of the drink.
"I imagine depictions of a lot of things are fanciful, art, songs, meant to awe and impress than show realism."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 12:53:10 GMT -5
"I suppose you're right," Cassana agreed. "But you could marry a prince too, I think. Or someone super important. And handsome, reallly handsome," she emphasizes. Clearly she is getting tanked. The drink is pretty good, and the fizz gives it a unique texture in the mouth. "Your father is alive, though, so you're like....really really important."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 12:56:58 GMT -5
"Nah. My father has two daughters as good as queens already, he probably said I could decide just so he didn;t have to match me" Robyn said, with a laugh, also feeling the drink, "How about... we be as important as one another, and hope no fenarious... nefarous.. Bad people are over hearing us."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 13:04:12 GMT -5
Cassana looks about, to the men watching them. "Look but not touch. They don't speak..." a few words Robyn doesn't understand in Valyrian, "shhorry, I speak in any langwadge when I drink I guess." She smiles to some of the people. "They liiiike you. And Raven."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 13:07:00 GMT -5
"I'm sure they do" Robyn said, patting Cassana's hand. Something told her, Benjen would not thank her for this, "who even are they?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 13:15:39 GMT -5
Cassana thought a second, then pointed. "Mostly just rich old blood from Mee-reeen," she said. "You're better than any of them without question. My sisters always said statues made better lovers than them, because the shtatue isn't as self-absorbed."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 13:37:23 GMT -5
"Thank you... for the warning, I was not planning on... you know... living up to the wall art with them" she said and giggled, 'maybe we shouldn't point at them though, then they might think we're giving them the time of day at all."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 13:39:32 GMT -5
"I could call one over," she laughed. "Tell him you like the art." She giggled again. "Maybe the language barrier can be overcome through gestures and a shared appreciation for sculpture."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 13:50:15 GMT -5
"I think I will be fine without" she said, and raised her glass, "This is a girls night, we can talk about boys, not interact with them,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 13:52:31 GMT -5
Cassana smiled and raised her glass. "Definitely." As they chat, the air cools to a temperature less than scorching, at last. "So then, boys, let's hear a story Robyn. I'll keep all quiet about it and everything."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 13:55:41 GMT -5
"I don't really have any, not had that much dealings with boys" she said, shrugging and swirling her drink, "The man I wouldn't mind being with is perhaps the worst choice in westeros for me, which is... disheartening."
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