|
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 15:21:15 GMT -5
"I don't have feminine wiles" She replied deadpan, "Perhaps you could teach me some of your own?"
|
|
|
Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 15:31:05 GMT -5
"I'd be glad to, but I'm afraid I left my salt wives at home. But if you fancy running away to see, I'd be glad to teach you how a salt wife behaves."
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 15:33:08 GMT -5
"I meant your womanly wiles, not your salt wives, they're not women any more, they won't be until you let them go, or someone frees them" she lauughed sardonically, "What you think gives you the right, I have no idea."
|
|
|
Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 15:48:04 GMT -5
His fist clenched and unclenched. "Centuries of tradition. We are all products of our upbringing, my lady, and I'm not ashamed of mine. I won't apologise for that. I doubt you will ever understand our ways, so I shan't waste my breath trying. Perhaps I could show you what it's really like to be a reaver. Have you ever felt the bloodlust of battle?"
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 15:55:28 GMT -5
"I do not revel in bloodshed, it is necessary, I give it that, but it should not be enjoyed." Robyn said, and looked forwards.
"Tradition... clinging onto it, like babes clinging to keep to the breast." she shook her head, "If we all stayed the same as we were, we'd all be backwards pissants. The world changes, we need to change too, but I guess... salt water really does make for madmen."
|
|
|
Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -5
"Aye, I can't argue with that. Most of our priests are half mad. Must be all the time they spend drowning men." He favoured her with an easy grin. "You won't convince me that my people should change our ways. If you value your life, you'll refrain from telling others the same. You'd end up dead or kidnapped for certain. After they all laughed in your face, of course."
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 16:31:20 GMT -5
"I will refrain from telling no one anything." she said, scoffing, "I am not some hopeless thrall, if you think I will sit there and weep while they jape and mock you clearly don't know who I am, anyone who laughs at me, will soon find themselves with their sides literally splitting."
|
|
|
Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 16:45:46 GMT -5
"Will they? You have a high opinion of your skills, then. Who did you train under?" Ragnar asked. "Would I know the name? He must be a mighty warrior indeed."
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 16:52:07 GMT -5
"Kalvin Stark" She told, "Nicholas Snow. And I have killed many ironborn in my time, you guys are not so tough on your knees begging for mercy"
|
|
|
Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 16:55:55 GMT -5
"Only a weakling begs," he remarked. "The men you killed must have been sons of thralls and salt wives. Codds, probably. All men do despise them. Have you ever duelled with a woman of my people? We have fierce fighters too."
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 16:57:08 GMT -5
"I have, far more spirited than your men, I'll give them that," She admitted, "I wonder if you'll beg before the end. You have the look of a weakling"
|
|
|
Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 17:25:03 GMT -5
He feigned a yawn. "Your insults are beginning to bore me, wench. Perhaps I should send my sister your way. She has no taste for this verbal game."
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 17:53:06 GMT -5
"feel free to fuck off, you walked into my space" she said, not caring if he were bored.
|
|
|
Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 18:22:56 GMT -5
"Last I checked, there was no banner marking this space out as your personal domain," he said. "Besides, I can think of activities far more amusing than talking. "
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 18:24:53 GMT -5
"To quote the old adage... I was here first. Go and find someone desperate enough to be do it with then" she replied ordering pouring herself another drink.
|
|