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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 22, 2016 21:09:36 GMT -5
Donnel takes to the tables, and starts drinking hard. He figures he won't be alone for long.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2016 2:37:01 GMT -5
"Since Winterfell, before I left for Myr," she reminded with a smile, putting her arms round his neck so they could dance closer, "it's fairly uncomfortable"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 23, 2016 6:16:06 GMT -5
Joanna arrived with Hector, clad in a deep blue summer dress with long skirts, its fashion reminiscent of the Reach. The dress was fastened around her neck to keep her shoulders bare, and a golden circlet rested atop her braided updo. She'd of course made sure before that her and her husband's outfits matched.
It was the first and last event of this tourney she'd attended. She took one glance at the courtyard and leaned closer to Hector as they walked, whispering something to his ear.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 7:14:54 GMT -5
"Uncomfortable?" He asked, pulling her lightly to him, so her breasts just barely touch his chest, "I feel like sometimes a little discomfort to look like that may be worth it. It's clear to everyone here in the luckiest man alive."
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Hector listens and seems amused, looking over the gathered revelers. He takes a glass of good wine and hands it to his wife then takes another for himself. "I'd have thought you'd be allergic to Northern weddings," he joked.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 23, 2016 7:40:13 GMT -5
Joanna accepted the glass. "This is not even the wedding, merely a declaration of one," she said, offering him a wry smile. "Though thank you for the warm reminder that we'll most likely be expected to attend it." She smelled the wine before tasting it. "Have you talked to him at all lately, or is his choice supposed to be a complete 'surprise' for all of us?" she wondered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 7:50:38 GMT -5
The wine smells lightly of black cherry and cranberry in addition to the grapes. "I've talked to him," he said. "I know you hate surprises. I was sworn to secrecy," he said. "I tried to convince him to have her burst from the cake but he decided to go for a slightly more dignified approach," he said. He smiles as he sees his sister dancing. "I doubt the wedding will be too far off," he said. "You are making your dressmaker look like a true artist," he complimented.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2016 8:35:32 GMT -5
"I would like to think they'd already know, and envy the both of us," she smiled at him, "it's hardly seems fair I have to be uncomfortable to look good."
She noticed Joanna and Hector arrive, "I see the queen finally deigned to make an appearance," Robyn said with a teasing smile.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 23, 2016 11:03:16 GMT -5
The wine smells lightly of black cherry and cranberry in addition to the grapes. "I've talked to him," he said. "I know you hate surprises. I was sworn to secrecy," he said. "I tried to convince him to have her burst from the cake but he decided to go for a slightly more dignified approach," he said. He smiles as he sees his sister dancing. "I doubt the wedding will be too far off," he said. "You are making your dressmaker look like a true artist," he complimented. "I'm sure you did," said Joanna, slightly amused at the idea, and followed her husband's gaze to the dance floor, not recognizing Robyn at first. Once she did, she regarded the two with an approving smile before turning her attention back to Hector. "What, this old thing? You mean dressmakers, dear. You know how I like to lock up scores of them in a single workshop and make them compete for the ultimate goal, which is this one perfect dress that you see here today before you," she quipped, hardly keeping a straight face. "But thank you, I'll be sure to let them know their efforts are doubly appreciated." Her gaze then lingered on a group of eastern ladies nearby. "Could it be one of them?" she inquired, getting back to the subject of Benjen's new bride. "And by that I'm generalizing rather than asking, if it's actually one of these twelve ladies," she added.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 23, 2016 11:31:46 GMT -5
Menion looked about and grunted. "Won't miss the weather, that's for damn sure," he grunted. "Let's invade somewhere that doesn't fucking suck next time." "You know what they say of hard lands, Saltcliffe." Killion remarked idly, eyes following Robyn and Kalvin Stark as they danced. "They make hard men. Everywhere is a paradise compared to our homeland."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 11:37:15 GMT -5
"Not that fucking winter wonderland," he said. "But I suppose you have a plan." He ate a haunch of boar. "We aren't the most popular people here," he said with amusement. "Seems we are to blame for a lot of violence against magic users." He had a bit of a smile. "Shame someone is picking on them for a change."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 11:39:55 GMT -5
Kalvin shrugged. "This shirt's collar is stiff enough to choke out an aurochs," he said. "We all have to endure our little discomforts. I hope the effort is worth it." He gave her a dip and pulled her gracefully back up. "I've spent enough time down here," he said. "Will be good going back North and finishing putting it to order."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 11:41:14 GMT -5
The wine smells lightly of black cherry and cranberry in addition to the grapes. "I've talked to him," he said. "I know you hate surprises. I was sworn to secrecy," he said. "I tried to convince him to have her burst from the cake but he decided to go for a slightly more dignified approach," he said. He smiles as he sees his sister dancing. "I doubt the wedding will be too far off," he said. "You are making your dressmaker look like a true artist," he complimented. "I'm sure you did," said Joanna, slightly amused at the idea, and followed her husband's gaze to the dance floor, not recognizing Robyn at first. Once she did, she regarded the two with an approving smile before turning her attention back to Hector. "What, this old thing? You mean dressmakers, dear. You know how I like to lock up scores of them in a single workshop and make them compete for the ultimate goal, which is this one perfect dress that you see here today before you," she quipped, hardly keeping a straight face. "But thank you, I'll be sure to let them know their efforts are doubly appreciated." Her gaze then lingered on a group of eastern ladies nearby. "Could it be one of them?" she inquired, getting back to the subject of Benjen's new bride. "And by that I'm generalizing rather than asking, if it's actually one of these twelve ladies," she added. Hector looked over to the Dornish table a moment before responding. "Would make sense if he wants a new alliance," he said. "And the Volantenes have been so polite I hear. Who would you pick if I keeled over and gave up the ghost?" He asked.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 23, 2016 11:45:28 GMT -5
"When are we ever the most popular people in the room?" he inquired, with slightly less amusement. "Whether stealing from their coffers or making the world a safer place, they'll always find an excuse to turn their noses up."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 11:59:09 GMT -5
Menion nodded. "I happen to agree." He follows Killion's eyes to the northern lord. "He gave you offense once," he said. "I could kill him for you tomorrow, if you want. He'd take a duel."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 23, 2016 12:20:38 GMT -5
"More than once." He turns his gaze from the dancing pair and returns them to his bannerman. "That would take all the satisfaction of doing it myself, Menion. One pays the Iron Price with their own hand."
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