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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 27, 2015 18:47:33 GMT -5
"Exactly", she smiled. "We keep it and we get to live." Finishing her ale, she signaled for another,"I think that we should live for right now, until it's time to do something else... Sounds crazy, but I think we both should do something that makes us happy for right now and settle up on the rest later."
"What do you think", she asked taken the new pint after she pays again,"If in your thinking we may not live, what would you do right now that would bring you happiness?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 27, 2015 18:55:05 GMT -5
She thought of going and finding Kalvin and making up for lost time. If they were going to die tomorrow... that is definitely what she would do. "drink this tent dry" she grinned, giving her second answer.
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 27, 2015 19:02:31 GMT -5
Raven laughed,"I would agree but that would be my second thing to do." Taking a swallow, then thinking on it. "I would like to have my father's name." She shrugged,"Sounds silly I know, because he has always loved me, but if it was to end tomorrow I would at least like to leave this world with my father's name."
".... Raven Umber..", she said with a smile, making a silly face at the "er" part,"It doesn't even sound right", she laughed again.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 27, 2015 19:04:45 GMT -5
"I know this is rich coming from the true born daughter of a King with perhaps the oldest, greatest and most revered name in the land..." Robyn Stark said, "But you should not put to much emphasis on your name, your family don't define you."
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 27, 2015 19:11:48 GMT -5
"No they don't, I have spent many years making my own name", she shook her head,"But I just want to have it..."
"Even if it makes me laugh when I say it", she chuckles.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 27, 2015 19:51:35 GMT -5
"Do you want me to talk to my father?" Robyn asked smiling, "perhaps he could talk to your father. He may not know of you... Desire to have his name. His wife may not like it though."
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 27, 2015 20:02:30 GMT -5
"Sure", she grinned at her suggestion,"I think that would be fine."
Raven smirked at the mention of her father's wife,"Frankly, she is not on my mind", she swallowed,"Her influence can't be that great because I remained in his house for the majority of my life."
"Fuck her... He's my father", she smiled.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 27, 2015 20:04:17 GMT -5
"She might be on your father's mind" Robyn countered, "as much as I view you as on par with true born children, he might not want to upset his wife to put them legally on par with them."
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 27, 2015 20:07:27 GMT -5
"Well.. My good friend", she looked at her with a smile,"We shall see. It is whatever he decides."
"If his answer is no, then I will still be his daughter", she shrugged,"No harm done."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 27, 2015 20:10:30 GMT -5
"I'll talk to him about it then as were such good friends," Robyn says ordering raven another drink.
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 27, 2015 20:14:23 GMT -5
Raven chuckles,"Come on Stark, what would you do with me to pinch your nerves?"
She takes the ale,"Are you not having another? This the drinking tent, after all."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 27, 2015 20:16:57 GMT -5
"Some of us have battles to run soon" she mentioned grinning, referring to her coming second, therefore she is rhaegar targaryen.
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 27, 2015 20:23:24 GMT -5
"Ahh yes.. Well I shall have a drink for you then", she smiled.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 27, 2015 20:29:05 GMT -5
Robyn grinned and ordered an ale for raven and a cranberry juice for herself. "So... Seen any men you like round the tourney?"
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 27, 2015 20:33:13 GMT -5
"Not really", she shrugged. "I think I'm still a bit smitten on that other one.. Or am I crazy?" Raven looked at her,"I must be to even let my mind turn to a Blackfyre."
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Mina decided to come by the drinking tent, the drink at the inn was not to her liking, basically terrible. She spotted a open stool at the bar and sat. Ordering a bottle of Dornish Red, she watched the room.
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