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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 7, 2016 17:21:09 GMT -5
"Soldiers here all day. All night. Night no more dangerous." The wandering guard said. "Demons no care where sun is." Morgan can probably sketch it.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 7, 2016 17:28:50 GMT -5
"Keep me company?" She asked Sara before pulling out her sketch book and materials. Choosing a stick of charcoal, she began to sketch the dragon's head.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 7, 2016 17:31:44 GMT -5
Sara pulls out a wineskin and takes a drink. She offers it to Morgan. "Sure," she said. "You're good at that," she admired the outline of the drawing. "I never had the eye for it."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 7, 2016 17:39:28 GMT -5
"That's a shame. I had a lot of time to practice at home. I'm just hoping it will be good enough to show to our superiors when we get home." She took the skin with a murmur of thanks and paused her sketch to drink. "Thank you, Sara. For everything, truly. Just think, together we could write the book that will change how Westeros understands Valyria. The first women at the Citadel, and the first to write a book that will change the world. Yes, I'd take this over marriage and motherhood any day." She smiled and continued her sketch. "It's wonderful how much detail remains, even now."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 7, 2016 17:44:35 GMT -5
"Their art was supreme," she agreed. "You see it in the artifacts people have the world over. Much different here though; buried half a millenium and still excellent. And you're welcome." Morgan finishes the sketch soon enough, and then smells sulfur. "I wonder what..." soldiers start rushing to the iron gate. "I think that's our cue to leave."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 7, 2016 17:55:23 GMT -5
"Yes, we'd better go," Morgan agreed. She stuffed her sketchbook and charcoals back into her satchel. "Let's hurry. I don't want to get in the way of the soldiers." She was curious, but perhaps now was not the best time to satisfy her curiosity.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 7, 2016 17:57:09 GMT -5
They head out and hear some fighting. Sara smiles. "What a day! I need a comfortable chair and some good wine for sure! Maybe even some water," she added as an afterthought. "And then to organize my notes."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 7, 2016 18:06:29 GMT -5
"Good idea," Morgan agreed. "I should make some notes too. I want a bath as well. And after that I want to talk to one of the soldiers when they come back to see if they did encounter a demon. Maybe I can get a description."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 7, 2016 18:22:14 GMT -5
"We'll get a body in the morning," she said. "Who knows how long it's been since these louts saw a proper lady," she said with a grin. "I'm staying in."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 7, 2016 18:39:04 GMT -5
"Fair enough. You don't think I'm going to go speak to the soldiers in their barracks, do you? I'm not that stupid. I meant only in the great hall if they go there, where there is company. Although, I do ache a little from all our work, so perhaps I'll change my mind after the bath. But I want to see the body as soon as possible if I can. Who knows how fast these things begin to decompose," Morgan pointed out.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 7, 2016 19:15:58 GMT -5
"A fair point. I still...I'm going to look this over," she said. "I'm trying to map out how the garden would have been laid out, to think of the most likely place for more fruitful discoveries.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 8, 2016 13:35:51 GMT -5
Morgan smiled. "Fair enough. You do that and I'll speak to the guards."
She went to look for a servant to order her bath.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 8, 2016 13:58:21 GMT -5
She finds a few servants and gets a bath drawn. The water is hot from the springs all over the island, and the minerals are quite soothing. Vhagus has left some strange scented oils that leave one feeling quite relaxed on putting them in the water, as well.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 8, 2016 15:16:32 GMT -5
Morgan relaxed in her bath, closing her eyes and just letting the hot water wash over her for a while, before she scrubbed off the dirt she had accumulated during the day's work and the preceding travels. She even washed her hair. Afterwards, as the servants helped dry her hair, she picked out a flattering yet relatively plain dress. It was a lady's gown, certainly, but not the sort of gown that might be worn by a lady who did nothing but lounge around eating sweets all day long. After dressing, she went to the great hall to see if there was any word of the disturbance in the caves.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 8, 2016 15:19:32 GMT -5
The caves always have conflict, so the day's events go without comment. Morgan sees a bunch of people speaking a mishmash of languages, and she can understand some of them. A group of eight men and women wave her over to them, holding out drinks. "Come! Drink, celebrate newcomer!" a man said cheerfully. "Welcome to the Valyria!"
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