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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 16:28:36 GMT -5
Morgan sipped slowly because she didn't want to lose her wits. She took the blanket gladly and covered herself up. The last thing she wanted to do right now was having Olyvar ogle her. After all, she wanted him to understand that she hadn't committed the crimes she'd been accused of, and he'd never believe her if he thought she was playing the temptress.
"You're a good friend," she said. "If I can. I'll have to get hold of some better clothes. Though I've no idea how, truly. I can hardly go all the way to White Harbor dressed like this."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 16:31:09 GMT -5
"We'll stop at some village north of here. Market town." Olyvar looks nervously out the window. "Have to pick up my stuff anyway." He'd already ogled her so at least he got something out of this deal.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 16:45:31 GMT -5
Morgan nodded. "Fair enough. You seem to have a talent for adventure. Will your family be angry with you for leaving the Citadel so soon?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 17:08:42 GMT -5
"Not once they hear this shit," he said. "I assume you're wanting to be dropped off at Deep Den? Hornvale? Whicever?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 17:15:49 GMT -5
"Hornvale," she said, as a mixture of longing and anxiety swelled within her. "Gods, what am I to do with myself now? I wanted to...better myself and prove I was as good as man, and instead I'll be going home in disgrace."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 17:26:45 GMT -5
"At least you can talk to your father, maybe; have someone investigate this place." Olyvar looks skeptical. "Something is definitely wrong at the core of the citadel."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 17:31:33 GMT -5
"Yes. But I wanted to read the books and I never got to even visit the library." Her eyes stung. "I feel like a failure. It was all for nothing, Olyvar. This was to be my adventure and it turned into a nightmare." Her voice shook, she was trying hard not to cry with frustration and distress.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 17:33:29 GMT -5
The younger teen sits next to her and holds her while she does whatever she needs to do. "Then go back to the library. With people who can sort this out."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 17:41:37 GMT -5
"Perhaps. That won't be easy though." She didn't cry, because she didn't want to be weak in front of Olyvar, though it was a close call. "I suppose the best I can hope for is to get rid of those bastards." She found a curious pleasure in saying that since she couldn't think of any insults more fitting for the men who had whipped her and locked her up.
"We need to find out if the Grand Maester supports those awful men, or if it's going on behind his back," she said.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 17:47:27 GMT -5
"I suppose," he said. "he's in Casterly Rock, so I won't be joining you. I can write a very supportive letter, though," he said.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 17:51:11 GMT -5
"Thank you. Perhaps you could find other lords from the North who might sympathise with our experiences. Why is the Grand Maester in Casterly Rock?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 17:55:09 GMT -5
"Because he's King Brynden's Small Councilmam," Olyvar said. "I'll see what I can do. I bet Lord Kalvin'll kill all his maesters too. He seems to enjoy it."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 18:05:17 GMT -5
"Perhaps. The Citadel provides valuable services we need, but it does seem to be in need of an overhaul and a purge. It's time they learned to be more accepting and to make their knowledge accessible."
She seemed to brighten just a little. "Perhaps I can find someone else to help. But we'll see. Olyvar, you do know that it was all lies, don't you? About me and the others in our quarters."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 18:17:08 GMT -5
"Why do you even care if I know?" he said. "No one else does. Even if it were true there'd be no need for such treatment. Some of them diddle boys in their spare time and they still teach."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 18:26:56 GMT -5
"But they don't get whipped," she said. "I was hurt for a crime I didn't commit. That's not right." Her eyes watered again. "Nobody has ever struck me like that. Even when I was a little girl, the worst I got was the odd slap from my septa or nurse. It matters to me. I'll probably have scars. And they might spread rumours about me once they know I've gone. If I were a man it would be laughed off, but it never is for women. I can't live in total isolation forever."
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