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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 20, 2015 15:42:56 GMT -5
Robyn grinned at him, even though the fight had made her more tired. It had lasted a lot longer than she thought it would, she was not sure who would win, but whoever it was she thought would win easily. It was a pleasant surprise.
"Be thankful I am not wearing heels... or the fight would have been long over" She grinned, still a bit breathless, looking at the blade on her shoulder and nudged it off taking a step back again. "Well fought" she complimented "Again?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 15:46:27 GMT -5
Brandon nods. "Of course." They return to their stances. This time Robyn has his measure, and as he tries using his reach she stays to his weapon side, waiting. He overextended chasing her and she swiftly moves in, blade at his Adan's apple. The fight had lasted about twelve seconds. He looks down. "Damn." He said simply. As they withdraw she sees Hector and Meera approaching.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 20, 2015 15:50:56 GMT -5
The type of blade she uses meant they must have gotten fairly close, she stayed there for a minute looking up at him.
"I hope it's not wounded your pride too much," She smiled, "I'd hate for you to hold anything against me after this" she stepped away and looked to Meera moving to the side of the arena and stepping out.
"Welcome back Meera, you lost the Fowler and gained a little brother" she held her arm out for hector.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 17:02:37 GMT -5
Brandon looked back at her, impressed and probably a bit....you know. Moving on. "My pride was all swollen from the first fight," he laughed. "It needed to deflate a bit." Meera smiled as Hector gave his 'big' sister a hug.
"Robyn! Who's this fine chap?" He turns to Brandon.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 20, 2015 17:11:06 GMT -5
"Glad I could help return the natural balance" she said with a smile over her shoulder
"This is Ser Brandon Marbrand" Robyn introduced. "Ser Brandon, this is my brother Hector. How have you been? How was wildingling hunting? Get them all?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 17:31:22 GMT -5
"Not all," Hector said, "But we gave all of them something to think about," he promised. "Hector Stark," he shook Brandon's hand as the two exchange greetings. "Well, now, you look really busy. I was hoping you'd come to dinner with us in a few hours. I brought some of Winterfell's new cinnamon whiskey. Burns like hell," he promised.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 20, 2015 17:40:18 GMT -5
"Of course, I am sure we have a lot to catch up on. You will need to tell me all about your exploits up north, taking after your big sister, except with wildlings, not Ironborn" she grinned, and looked between the two. "The North seems to be doing well for itself lately."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 17:43:46 GMT -5
"When isn't it?" Hector asked. He claps Brandon on the shoulder. "We'll see you at dinner, then! Have fun!" He and Meera trot off.
Brandon looks back to Robyn. "He's a happy sort, isn't he? I like him."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 20, 2015 18:07:28 GMT -5
"Wait... did he just invite you to dinner too?" Robyn asked watching Meera and Hector walk away, she looked a bit nervous, then her expression softened, "Hector is great, I think he is the best of us, the stark siblings, I come second" she grinned round at Brandon at the last comment.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 18:16:15 GMT -5
Brandon shrugged. "It sounded like a sibling thing. I think I'll avoid that awkwardness for now," he laughed. "That's a lot of royalty at one table for this knight." He chuckled. "I might switch the order, myself," he said.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 20, 2015 18:31:23 GMT -5
"Surely you and yours have a lot to do with the royals of the goldlands?" Robyn said, laughing, "even I know the Marbrands are one of their principal hosues"
"I do not think anyone is ever ready for a dinner with my family."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 18:36:09 GMT -5
"Oh, not me," he said. "My father now and again, but we aren't that important, and, well, truth be told I'm not the biggest supporter of some of their decisions," he admits. "Particularly their Hand."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 20, 2015 18:38:36 GMT -5
"Oh, what decisions do you not support?" Robyn asked, leaning against the posts looks interested, "it must be frustrating, having to bend to those you do not agree with." she said carefully.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 18:40:00 GMT -5
"Oh, just, you know..." he looks uncomfortable now. "I don't think the king should have let his sister marry Aaron Baratheon," he said.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 20, 2015 18:42:53 GMT -5
"Why not?" She asked, smiling, trying to assuage his discomfort, "I met King Aaron he seemed like a straight forward man to me... You do not have to answer if you do not want to, or perhaps we could talk about it somewhere a bit quieter?"
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