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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 19, 2015 12:13:05 GMT -5
"I've only had a little," Morgan pointed out. In truth she felt fine, so she looked at him curiously. "Did you drink more than me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 12:19:44 GMT -5
"Just a bit. I almost never drink though, really," he said. "Too expensive," he winked. "I'm usually busy doing other things but I felt like an evening out like a normal male my age. It felt good. You look great," he said with a grin.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 19, 2015 12:37:09 GMT -5
She laughed merrily. "Thank you. I never used to believe the compliments men gave me when I visited Lannisport or Casterly Rock, because there were so many beautiful women and flirtation was just a game to both men and women, but I do believe you, Eric. I-"
She broke off abruptly as she remembered saying something to Quentyn some time ago and wondered why it was that she trusted Eric's honesty, as she had trusted Quentyn's. Perhaps it was because neither of them were courtiers. And then she realised that she didn't miss court life one bit,
"I hope we may be friends," she said hurriedly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 17:05:05 GMT -5
"Of course," he said. "Everyone needs friends. Especially if they have enemies. And if we steal these books...we'll have no shortage of those." He arrived to her building, separate from the men's. "Tomorrow," he said, unsure whether to shake her hand or...what, exactly.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 19, 2015 17:21:51 GMT -5
"Tomorrow," Morgan agreed.
She smiled warmly at him and departed.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Feb 7, 2016 15:26:48 GMT -5
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Morgan sent word to her old friend Sara requesting a meeting at the Quill and Tankard. She was taking a well-earned break from her studies and though she had taken the effort to dress nicely and let down her hair, her fingers were still stained with ink in a few places.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 7, 2016 15:28:58 GMT -5
Sara arrives a bit late but she looks harried and eager for an ale. "Morgan," she said. "How are the classes this term? They seem relentless as we near completion of our studies." She takes a big gulp. "And higher mysteries is killing me."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Feb 7, 2016 15:37:14 GMT -5
"Is it? I've been studying astrology and medicine this term. I've been told I have a good eye for mixing medicines and salves but I'm not good at stitching wounds. And any time I see a maggot I want to squeal like some stupid girl." She shuddered. "I am doing quite well with astrology, though. Do you think I should take Higher Mysteries next term? I've been toying with studying the theory of such matters."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 7, 2016 15:50:01 GMT -5
Sara shrugs. "I feel like a field study would be more effective. The real wizards and the like are out east. I want to go to Valyria," she said. "I sent a letter via ships three weeks ago, offering my archaeological and mathematical expertise."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Feb 7, 2016 15:55:40 GMT -5
Morgan stared at her friend. "To Valyria? But...Sara...they say the Smoking Sea is haunted by ghosts and demons and I've seen nothing in the old books to disprove the rumours. If any man has successfully sailed the Smoking Sea since the Doom, he has not troubled to inform the world of the possibility."
Yet the idea had some merit, despite its dangers. It was the duty of historians to learn all they could of the past. "But whoever did you write to? Who has jurisdiction over the ruins?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 7, 2016 16:00:15 GMT -5
"Vhagus Targaryen," she said. "I suspect he knows something of higher mysteries. And work has been underway there for three years. The world isn't overrun with demons yet," she said. "Perhaps he has tamed the seas, or perhaps the tales of Valyria's curse were...exaggerated, so that brigands and the like could hide there with impunity."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Feb 7, 2016 16:04:13 GMT -5
"Oh, perhaps. After all, Braavos was kept hidden for many years after its birth." Morgan sipped her wine, thinking. She was disinclined to trust anyone who bore the name Targaryen yet she had always loved ancient castles and old tales. And Valyria was the most mysterious place of them all. "Could I come with you? I'm no stranger to sea voyages, after all."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 7, 2016 16:06:52 GMT -5
"If i get accepted, sure," she said. "I've heard the emperor is unlike anyone alive." She shivered with excitement. "And maybe the dragons are there." As they chat, Morgan sees a huge group of students entering, bickering over something. It sounds like a fight or riot is imminent.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Feb 7, 2016 16:23:08 GMT -5
Morgan was about to make some comment about dragons when she saw the new arrivals. "Gods be good," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "Some people have no sense of common decency. Let's see what they are squabbling about. I don't want to get caught up in something dodgy but if there's trouble ahead, we'll have a duty to report it." She watched the group to see if there was anyone she recognised, and waited to see what they were arguing about.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 7, 2016 16:26:50 GMT -5
She sees a few classmates, one of them a fairly close friend named Markus, and the tension seems to be coming from a discussion over the Myrish war. Those for the war are arguing with those for the GOldlands staying out of it, and then the other kingdoms' denizens all have their own points to chip in, and then add alcohol for an instant source of tension.
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