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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 4:04:30 GMT -5
Arania bit the inside of her mouth hard. The metallic tang of blood met her tongue. Still, she managed to smile at him, looking sweet as highborn girls are meant to look. Of course they would speak of her, she thought selfishly. She was terribly ashamed of herself. Where was that horrid septa! For once she missed the old woman...and her neverending knitting.
"Farewell, my Lord," she said in return, turning to walk away, quickly. The guards that followed him seemed as entertained as he did. Was everyone laughing at her now? Shame and anger flooded her as her pace quickened. She hurried away until she could no longer see the golden Tyrell rose fluttering in the wind.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 11:08:30 GMT -5
Ser Godfrey storms though the Goldland camp anger and power with each stomp on the ground his full plate clinging among. He tears off his helmet and sees the girl in his way. He glares down at the girl. "Move." Was his only words.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 11:17:23 GMT -5
Arania was tall, for a woman and for her age, but this man was a giant. There was plenty of room on either side of her for him to pass, as the lanes between the tents were quite wide. He could go around.
"Go around," she said irritably, gesturing to either side. She was in a very bad mood.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 11:20:17 GMT -5
Godfrey did not have time for any shit and was about to smash something. He rolls his neck and glares at the woman. "Move, now." He repeats.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 11:33:18 GMT -5
Could he not see that she was standing there, with plenty of room for him to pass? If he was in such a hurry, he was wasting time forcing her to move. It made no sense. Still, she was in no mood for confrontation and stepped aside, scowling up at him.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 11:36:22 GMT -5
"Bloody Women.." He growls tightening his belt. and passing her but stopping to stare hard at her. "Who are you?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 11:38:43 GMT -5
The nerve of him!
"I'm nobody, ser, just something in the way of your passing," she muttered, starting to walk off.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 11:43:32 GMT -5
"Thats is right, leave here." He shakes his head and makes for the Clegane tent.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 11:48:39 GMT -5
"You are a very rude man, knighted or no." She turned, unable to contain herself any longer. Her hands were on her hips. "I have as much right to be here as you, Clegane."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 12:01:59 GMT -5
The large man stops and turns. "This world is not full of daisies and butterfly's, little woman." He growls. "I may be rude but I have protected you more times then you know, I have captured criminals killed bandits saved lives though brutality. If people were to get things done though being nice we would all be dead." He says looking down at her.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 12:10:31 GMT -5
"I am sure you have done many good deeds for the realm, but you are quite rude. Things work a little differently off the battlefield, ser." She was too annoyed to stop, though she knew she should stop. She should walk away...but the men she was meeting today infuriated her.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 12:15:42 GMT -5
He looks down to her. "Would it make you feel better if I apologized? Cry and grovel for your acceptance. To me you are a woman I know nothing about. A woman who could stab me in the back the moment I turn around. You could be a High Septa, or perhaps just some random servant woman who felt like she would grow a spine." He said "All I know is that you were in my way, and I wanted you out of it, I did not wish for a fight I did not wish for an argument all of this was what you started." He said with his firelike eyes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 12:16:05 GMT -5
"Mally! So good to see you!" Jory walked inside. Damn that guy was good. "You know, I thought I was pretty well hidden out there." "You should know I have plenty of eyes watching my actual little...stage performance areas." He spins a dagger absently on his table. "Whatever brings you running through here?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 12:26:35 GMT -5
"You look like someone who misplaced 'es sword, is all," a voice speaks out from near the giant arguing with the almost-giant lady, "But takin' it out on eh woman isn't how a knight does 'es bissness." The speaker is an awkward-looking, elderly man wearing simple robes, clutching a bronze-bound staff. "The Seven say to be charitable to womens-folk and the like, do they not now?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 12:30:15 GMT -5
She looked at him coldly, her icy eyes on the verge of glacial. "I started nothing. You were demanding and far from chiv..." She glanced at the old man. She was annoyed that he felt he needed to intervene, but relieved at the same time. A septon, she assumed, regarding him carefully. A very bold one, at that.
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