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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 19, 2015 17:57:25 GMT -5
The home of Archmaester Garlan, the senior Valyrian teacher
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 19, 2015 17:58:35 GMT -5
Morgan arrives in her violet silk gown, carrying a bottle of wine. She carries a hidden dagger.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 9:56:48 GMT -5
The old man opens up. "Morgan!" he said happily. "Welcome to the top of the Citadel! And wine too! Truly the Maiden herself has appeared to me!" he said, shuffling off to a table. "Please, please, have a seat."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 20, 2015 10:14:31 GMT -5
Morgan bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at the comparison to the Maiden, especially from a man who clearly wanted her to be anything but.
"You are very kind," she said. "Eric was kind enough to tell me of your...admiration for me. I thought it only courteous to accept your kind invitation. And like a good guest, I brought wine. Arbor red, I believe."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 10:16:46 GMT -5
"Perfect guest," he said. "It's such a relief, having a proper lady here," he said. "I knew all those accusations were bogus," he said. "Lorn is a terrible man." He motioned for it to open and he poured two glasses. "How has your time been at the Citadel of late, Morgan?" he asked, eyeing her ly but not lecherously. Yet, at least.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 20, 2015 10:31:03 GMT -5
She smiled as she crossed over to the table, pretending not to notice that the door remained partially open. She sat and gracefully poured the wine.
"Very pleasant, thank you. I forged my first link, as I#m sure you already know, and I have made friends here. I have chosen my next areas of study. In time I shall aim for the link to gain the Valyrian tongue. I learned some of it as a child and I had opportunities to practice reading the old books but my skills are nowhere near ready to earn me the link . Perhaps you would be kind enough to help me, when the time comes?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 10:40:21 GMT -5
"Valyrian," he said in approval. "A good language. History is written with the dragon's tongue, you know," he said. "I will help you whenever you need," he promised. "What is it like now, being a woman at the Citadel? It seems much the same to me, but then I don't have any female students yet. Next semester I hear." He leaned in. "I hope they're as smart as you."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 20, 2015 10:48:27 GMT -5
"You're too kind. It's a little strange, because there are so few women here still, and most of the ones who are didn't come here from choice. But I'm getting used to it. In time I expect I'll think nothing of it and perhaps everyone else will simply accept female novices as commonplace."
She picked up her wine glass.
"To be honest, Archmaester, everything is actually going more smoothly than I'd expected. I'm thankful for that. It seems that Maester Lorn and his cronies did not represent the majority opinion after all. Women's brains are not so different from men's brains, after all."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 11:07:12 GMT -5
"Not so different," he agreed. "But a bit different. Perhaps different is a good thing. Provides...new ways of looking at things. A new perspective," he said. "It is nice you know how to dress, though; when I have male adepts here for wine and an academic discussion they barely wear pants, it seems like. Young men can't dress for anything," he mused. The door closes, and Garlan looks over a second, then shrugs. "I didn't know it was open. Oh well, must have slipped my mind."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 20, 2015 11:32:46 GMT -5
"Mine too," she agreed. "I was a bit nervous about coming here tonight. Part of me thought it was all some joke to make me look a fool. I really don't know Eric that well and I heard that novices and acolyte sometimes play pranks on one another. So I'm relieved that it wasn't a prank after all. As for clothes, well, maybe the lack of fashion sense is why maesters wear unflattering grey robes?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 11:46:47 GMT -5
"That is probable," he admitted. "It would be quite the mean spirited prank," he said. "I doubt any of those young fools have ever had to deal with a lady they weren't paying," he said. He thinks a second. "There's still issues, you know. Many of the instructors have requested permission to leave for castles. They say the ladies cannot keep up and they feel like they are teachers of misbehaving children. A shame."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 20, 2015 11:50:38 GMT -5
"Oh, how horrid! But there must be an answer to that." She sipped her drink. "Perhaps my fellow female students should be put into classes with young, handsome maesters or senior acolytes. It's hardly the honourable choice, but it would surely get their attention. There are some ladies who will pay a great deal more attention to their lessons if only to impress a handsome instructor. And even if their studies didn't improve, at least they'd stop complaining about being here."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 11:56:18 GMT -5
"That idea is ingenious," he chuckled. "Motivation can take many forms. I like the way you think. Fortunately we're above having to impress anyone," he said. "I only deal in mutually beneficial arrangements." He looked at her. "No needs to pretend otherwise."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 20, 2015 12:07:32 GMT -5
She eyed him over her wine glass. "I am not quite sure why we even need to come to an arrangement," she said. "I have asked you for nothing, archmaester."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 12:23:05 GMT -5
Garlan nods. "I know. It is me who wants something from you," he said. "Your cousin is queen, now," he said. "I want to be the Grand Maester to the Goldlands." He tapped the table as he refilled his glass. "While your body of course interests me, if I need to relieve that aspect of my frustration I can find less...risky options."
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