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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 22:31:43 GMT -5
"I am willing to pretend if you are," Frances replied, finishing his wine and gesturing for the barmaid to fetch a bottle. "What shall your name for the night be, hmm?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 22:46:15 GMT -5
"Flowers. A nobody name." She took another drink. It was sweet and tart and delicious.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 22:48:22 GMT -5
"It suits you," Frances answered, uncorking the bottle and pouring himself a glass. "Do you like songs, Flowers?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 22:55:25 GMT -5
"Of course I do. I noticed the harp, are you going to sing for me?" She smiled at him, finding him friendly and pleasant.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 23:01:18 GMT -5
"If you want me to," Frances said, sipping at the wine and putting the cup down before lifting up his harp. He strummed it absentmindedly.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 23:08:15 GMT -5
"Please?" She finished her wine and set the glass aside, watching his fingers move across the strings with an expectant look on her face. "That is, if you don't mind."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 23:10:55 GMT -5
"Of course not," Frances said, before looking irritably around the room. "It may be a little noisy in here however for you to truly appreciate my playing."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 23:12:02 GMT -5
Her eyes swept the room a moment later. "I suppose it is. Nevermind, then," she said, smoothing her skirts along her thighs.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 23:16:46 GMT -5
Frances gave a small chuckle, beginning to play a melody, then pausing to sip at his wine. "I will play anyway. And you will listen. Maybe someone else will too."
Harp: 118
Frances plays a song of moderate beauty, the melody a simple line woven into sparse chordal movement. When he is done he takes another sip of his wine.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 23:26:49 GMT -5
Arania listened closely, closing her eyes to focus and hear the music above the roar of the crowd. They seemed to get quieter as he played. "That was lovely, thank you." She went to take another sip of her wine, but found it was empty.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 23:31:16 GMT -5
Sand poured some wine into her glass, studying the people at the other table, before his gaze swept to her. "Thank you," He said softly. "Though I do wonder."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 23:35:21 GMT -5
"What do you wonder?" She peered into the cup, nodding her thanks. She took a tentative sip.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 23:37:20 GMT -5
"What a noble girl like yourself is doing in a tavern full to the brim, by herself," Frances answered, his eyes joining in the smile on his lips.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 23:41:51 GMT -5
"Curiosity, what else? And I wanted to have a drink without my mother breathing down my neck." She took another sip, not letting slip that the men drinking watered ale a few tables away were part of her entourage.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 23:44:22 GMT -5
"Your mother is there to protect you," Frances said with an amused expression, leaning back in his chair. He put the harp on the table.
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