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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 15:58:36 GMT -5
"No, we may not." She said icily. "I have grown a distaste for private meetings with strangers."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 26, 2015 16:05:52 GMT -5
Morgan tried her hardest not to shake with fear as she said, very quietly "I am Morgan Brax."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 16:10:11 GMT -5
"You don't look like a salt wife," Arania allowed. "Unbind your breasts. You look ridiculous." She waits a moment. "I cannot wait to hear this story."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 26, 2015 16:35:07 GMT -5
"My lady, I will look even more ridiculous if I unbind my breasts whilst still dressed in shirt and breeches," Morgan said. "I almost was claimed as a salt wife, but I was lucky."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 17:40:23 GMT -5
The woman looks her over. "And then, rather than heading home, you came to become a maester? Seems like quite a detour." A single long finger taps the throne. "What happened?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 26, 2015 17:51:48 GMT -5
"I took a chance," she said. "I always dreamed of attending the Citadel but it was never more than a dream. I thought it might be my one chance to change my destiny."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 17:54:04 GMT -5
Arania taps the throne still. "You return to the West," she says. "Your father can send you back here, if he wishes." She looks at the woman. "Reckless and irresponsible. I have been accused of the same myself," she said. "But that was not an answer to my question."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 26, 2015 18:23:13 GMT -5
'"I can't leave," Morgan insisted. "This is who I am now." She gestured at herself. "My father will not understand until I have proven myself through study."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 18:25:38 GMT -5
"When word of your circumstances gets out your father will add his voice to those already calling for me to be replaced," she said. "I did not travel from Winterfell to Oldtown to be replaced, and this is who I am now." She shrugs. "You may write a letter and send a raven to Hornvale. If your father allows you to stay, so be it. If not, you shall plead your case in person."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 27, 2015 13:09:07 GMT -5
"I'll write," Morgan agreed, since she had no choice in the matter. "But I hope I may be permitted to study while I wait for a letter. I would also be most grateful if you would allow me to meet with the ladies from the Westerlands who have come here already."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 14:07:43 GMT -5
"Meet who you wish," she said. "you may study until your father responds." Clearly the meeting is over. As Morgan and her new friend turn to leave, a few oddly dressed warriors enter.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 27, 2015 14:11:21 GMT -5
Morgan made her way slowly to the door, trying to suss out the warriors by their attire. She said to Olyvar "Let's go and meet the lady novices."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 14:16:02 GMT -5
"Best idea you've had all day," Olyvar says. The warriors aren't wearing any insignia she's familiar with; a giant man with an axe standing over a kneeling man and apparently crowing or laughing.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 27, 2015 14:29:09 GMT -5
Since she didn't recognise the warriors, she decided to put them to one side for now. Perhaps she could investigate later. In the meantime, she led the way out of the Hightower.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 13:36:53 GMT -5
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Morgan and her companion arrive back at the Hightower.
"What happens now?" She asked.
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