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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 18, 2015 19:24:30 GMT -5
Held every four years, the grand festival at Lord Mason's is a time of great entertainment, where a nobody bard or dancer or knight may make a name among all the highlords of the land. Archery contests, wrestling, plays, music, foods from all over, and traders from Pyke to Asshai have congregated for pleasure and profit. Lord Mason opens the festival as the main parties arrive. The expense is easily matched by the profits to be made off the hundreds of sellers.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 11:37:03 GMT -5
Robyn arrived with her sister, in what she was now suspicious was more an excuse to come shopping than to pursue her a husband.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 11:42:10 GMT -5
It is a possible motive, indeed, but as they walk into the festival it seems Meera may have had a point. More than just shops, the food and entertainment is drawing handsome young lads in like gadflies. Meera looks about. "A few Stormlanders over there, some...we'll skip the reachmen for now....Lord Fowler's son is off there, by the fruit cart with...I don't know who that man is, but my gods if I wasn't pregnant..." she looks about. "What do you like in men?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 11:52:29 GMT -5
"I do not really know... think they would have to be a good fighter, for both of our sakes," Robyn said, with a laugh that was almost nervous. She followed Meera's gaze over to where the two men were standing looking for the man Meera would have given horns to her husband for.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 12:03:49 GMT -5
The man is in a simple white shirt and pants. He is rather handsome; tall and powerfully built, with steel grey eyes and shoulder length hair that's wheat colored. "Good fighter, hm? Like any of them are a match for you anyway," she said. "What do you think?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 12:32:52 GMT -5
"Do you know who he is?" Robyn asked, trying to subtly look him over, "he looks alright," Robyn usually preferred darker hair, but it was not a deal breaker.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 12:36:58 GMT -5
"Brandon Marbrand, I think," she said. "Excuse me...SER Brandon Marbrand." She rolls her eyes. "Never get used to southrons and their titles," she laughed. "We can move on of course. I bet some of those handsome northern heirs are running around by now, if you want to be frozen the rest of your life," she looks to some of the stalls for jewelry.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 12:39:46 GMT -5
Robyn knew she'd only brought her here to have a companion for Jewellery shopping. "I see how it is, you get a bit of sun and suddenly you're looking down on the cold. Don't forget your blood, Meera" Robyn said, with a grin, to show she was joking, "If you want to... look at jewels, I am sure I can be fine on my own now..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 12:43:23 GMT -5
"Oh, no," Meera said. "I have to ruin your chances of finding a good man, now. What are elder sisters for?" She looks her over critically and fixes her hair a bit. "Let's see what you've learned absent my tutelage," she joked.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 12:54:20 GMT -5
"They should probably know from the off what they are in for," robyn said with a smile, moving a bit of her hair back to where it was, where she liked it.
"I think I'd rather climb up the eyrie again..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 13:12:33 GMT -5
"So Lord Arryn? I'll find him," Meera promised...or threatened. She heads over to the two westermen. The handsome knight looks surprised, as two princesses (three, title-wise) approach him. Meera smiles.
"Princess...es," he says, a trifle awkwardly. "How are you today?" His voice is pleasant and low pitched. Meera smiles, more dazzlingly.
"Ser Brandon, we are having a splendid day, and my sister thought that seeing you made it even brighter than it was before." Brandon's companion looks amused and shocked in equal measure. "I'm sure you've heard of her. She scaled the Eyrie and rescued me from Pentosi nobles." The young knight stammers a second.
"Of...course, Princess Robyn," he says, bowing more politely. "It is a pleasure to meet you," his voice grows steadier as he speaks.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 13:35:03 GMT -5
"That's not what I meant" Robyn said, looking after Meera as she headed off, before following her, walking up behind her as she was introduced.
"It is a pleasure to meet you also." Robyn replied, inwardly mortified by her sister, she thought she has been joking that she was going to embarrass her to death.
"Nice weather..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 13:43:51 GMT -5
Meera looks to her companion. "Ser, I need an escort to see those necklaces." She points to a nearby stand. "It's improper for me to be alone." She leads him off. Brandon looks back and forth and then to Robyn.
"The weather has been perfect," he agrees. "It's much windier at...Ashemark." He thinks another second. "We do hear stories of you, you know. My little sister thinks you hung the moon." He laughs. "I'm assuming that would be a trifle hyperbolic, at least."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 19, 2015 13:48:32 GMT -5
"You had to choose the only story that is true, to think impossible" she said with a smile, "If you hear those stories it sounds like I singlehandedly did everything, the truth is rather more boring. I would be happy to meet your sister some time, always happy to... inspire young girls," not that she ever had before.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 13:59:44 GMT -5
"Boring?" he asked. "I was at Skyreach, so I think your definition of boring may be a trifle more stringent than mine. Jeyne would love to meet you. She's nine," he said. "Probably not a warrior in training though." He looks around. "Well, uh, I'm not really a big shopper. Jon was just seeing what was around." He runs a hand through his hair. "Is there anything else you'd rather do?"
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