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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 12:35:47 GMT -5
Aenys nods in approval. "I seldom get to study much but warcraft and governing, but I must confess to writing exceedingly bad poetry on occasion." He gets a contemplative look on his face. "Are you a patron of the arts, perchance?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 15, 2012 18:01:36 GMT -5
"I enjoy poetry and the arts, yes, though I think my poetry must be worse than yours," she said, managing a small laugh. "Prose is all my pen will produce."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 18:08:10 GMT -5
Aenys nods. "Well, we can't all make music like many minstrels manage," he agrees. "Although I should like to read one of your poems anyway. It could be a perverse kind of contest; worst poem wins."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 15, 2012 18:18:38 GMT -5
Arania laughed out loud at the alliteration, and said with such a straight face by a silver-haired dragon prince. "I couldn't bear to show any of mine to anyone! I have quite given up on poetry, anyhow. Writing, that is. I prefer not to waste paper."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 18:22:12 GMT -5
"I strongly doubt that you waste much paper, Lady Arania. I shall tell you a secret; we do in fact have a dragon. A giant one. And I assure you; it breathes fire." He leans back in his chair.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 15, 2012 18:27:29 GMT -5
"Have you?" She found herself leaning forward, eyes widening and mouth falling slightly open. "Is it big enough to ride? Could you fly on its back?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 18:31:36 GMT -5
"It could carry an entire wagon if it wanted to." Tristessa giggles.
"We ride it from Meereen to Yunkai all the times."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 15, 2012 18:44:29 GMT -5
"Do you really?" Arania looked pleased with herself. She knew it! Dragons were in the world once more! "Why all the secrecy, then, if you were just going to tell me anyway?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 18:47:57 GMT -5
"It adds to the atmosphere," he chuckles. "who would think we could defend ourselves against so much without a dragon, after all?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 15, 2012 20:56:27 GMT -5
She shrugged. "Perhaps you Targaryens are brilliant battle commanders. But no matter about that, do tell me more of your dragon! How old is it? Did it take long to grow so large?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 4:32:07 GMT -5
He chuckles at her sudden single-mindedness ''It was born to my grandmother Daenerys about eighty years ago. It has kept getting bigger ever since i was a boy..." Tristessa cuts in.
"Not as big as Drog-"
"Enough from you!" He turns back. "It is over a hundred feet long from snout to tail. And it is Tyrell green in color."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 13:21:05 GMT -5
"Eighty years!" she exclaimed. "And is the creature still in its youth, or is it growing old now?" Arania glanced at Tristessa, wondering what she had been about to say. She almost asked Tristessa to elaborate, but Aenys' tone made her rethink her intentions. "That is fascinating. I should like to see it someday."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 13:35:28 GMT -5
"As I said, you are always welcome in New Valyria. As a matter of fact...I personally guarantee you could ride it, should that day come. It is still young, and can live to four times its current age, if the old stories are true...getting bigger and bigger every year."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 13:41:42 GMT -5
Arania's eyes gleamed, thinking of clinging to such a creature's back, and how small everything would look far below her. They would fly higher than the top of the Hightower, she was sure of it. "I shall make every effort to visit, in that case. I wonder how large it will be when it finally stops growing. Dragons! I can hardly imagine that you are telling me the truth."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 13:43:36 GMT -5
"Lying would only hurt my cause when curious souls discovered the truth of it. And as far as is written...they never stop growing until the very months before death takes them."
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