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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 17:06:03 GMT -5
"Of course, do you perhaps sing as well?" She brought the glass to her lips with a smile. Whatever her father meant to say about Frances (if it was indeed the same Frances), he could not be so bad as all that.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 17:17:43 GMT -5
"Sing? Oh no, not me," Frances said, shaking his head as he strummed on his harp. "Though perhaps I know a song you can sing to?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 17:20:42 GMT -5
"I am no singer, but if you insist. What did you have in mind? 'The Bear and the Maiden Fair'?" she laughed derisively.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 17:26:52 GMT -5
Frances grinned. "Nothing so raucous. I would guess you are a soprano, maybe a high alto. Something like 'Three Maids In A Pool' or 'The Mother's Song' would be more suitable." He said. "I would sing harmony were we to go somewhere less... crowded."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 17:30:53 GMT -5
She thought it over, feeling the eyes of her guards burning into her back. "And where did you have in mind?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 17:32:37 GMT -5
"There is a small garden outside Mason's Keep," Frances stated, emptying the wine into his cup and drinking it down.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 17:40:43 GMT -5
"That would be alright , I think." She sipped slowly and carefully from her glass.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 17:52:56 GMT -5
"Let us go then," Frances said good-naturedly, picking up his harp and heading for the door. He paused there. "Coming?" He smiled.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 18:11:12 GMT -5
Ser Titus entered the Kingdoms and immediately felt under dressed. 'All I wanted was a quiet drink, not to listen to a bunch of high born blabbering,' he thought. He took a seat near the corner to have one drink, feeling it would look considerably odd if he just walked out. He scanned the room for any familiar faces, but couldn't see any.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 18:14:52 GMT -5
"Of course I am." She threw back what remained in her cup and got to her feet, joining him at the door and following him into the night. A heartbeat later, her guards followed, keeping a respectful distance but staying close enough to watch their charge, who seemed bent on taking every risk she was presented with.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 18:17:32 GMT -5
Ser Titus notices a few familiar ladies from the north, and also Kal Stark, an old hand from back in the pirate hunting days.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 18:27:46 GMT -5
Titus raises and approaches Kal Stark. "Kal?" he smiles as he comes along side of him, "I'm surprised they could drag you out of the training yard long enough to have a drink. How have you been?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 18:29:58 GMT -5
"Oh, you know, slept with the King of Casterly Rock's sister, beat the hell out of some guys in the riot we had...all in all, a successful trip south." He waves the Valeman another drink. "Yourself?"
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 18:38:18 GMT -5
"Riot?" Titus said, surprised. "Nothing half so interesting as that. Spent near a year in the Step Stones. Always interesting down there, but nothing you'd care to hear. Want to be raiders who are little more than orphan boys playing at pirate. And they run, damn it, why do they always run?" he laughed, accepting the drink and taking a monstrous gulp.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 18:42:18 GMT -5
"They just die tired that way," Kal agrees. He motions to two very attractive young women. "This place is seriously better than Dorne for women. It's like a menu for whether you'd like breasts, thigh, with the bone in."
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