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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 23:51:43 GMT -5
"I know, I know. But I prefer to be on my own. Its easier to think without the Lady hovering over me." She eyed the harp. "Is it difficult to play?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 23:55:20 GMT -5
"Find out for yourself," He replied, pushing the harp over to her end of the table. "Your left hand plucks the chords, your right the melody."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 23:56:38 GMT -5
She pushed the glass aside, taking the harp into her hands and trying what he said. "Like this?" She asked, plucking the strings tentatively, scared of breaking it.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 23:58:56 GMT -5
She played a strange, dissonant chord which nevertheless sounded interesting. "Something like that," Frances said with a chuckle. "Pluck the string closes to you, the one three away and then one five away. A major chord."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 0:03:31 GMT -5
Arania did as he said, managing to produce something that sounded like music. "Oh! That's much better!" She laughed. "I don't think I'd be any good, though."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 0:09:28 GMT -5
"Everyone can learn, though only few have a true talent for it," Frances explained. "Not me, I am merely experienced." He laughed softly.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 0:17:28 GMT -5
She put the instrument back on the table. "You played well enough to my ears. So, are you a harpist by trade?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 0:27:18 GMT -5
"Only as a hobby," Frances explained, finishing his next cup of wine. "I am Lord Bryce's man in the Marches."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 0:39:53 GMT -5
"Lord Bryce...Dayne?" She thought of her father's warning about the Lord... and she realized she had heard the name "Frances" before. She looked at him carefully, trying to remember what had been said. "And you have come to Mason's Keep with him, then?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 0:43:14 GMT -5
"With him and the rest of my countrymen," Frances said, nodding. "Does my relation to Lord Bryce scare you? Do they tell stories of what he does to his enemies in the Reach?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 0:49:45 GMT -5
"My father mentioned him once, but he didn't tell me anything specific." She eyed him pensively, drinking slowly now. "Have you any particularly interesting stories to share?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 8:52:45 GMT -5
"I'm not the type to tell stories," Frances admitted. "I despise gossip, for one, but it would not be fair to divulge details of Lord Brycen's work."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 11:11:45 GMT -5
Arania smiled. "Loyalty to your Lord. Always a good trait. I must admit, though, I have no idea why he's considered so terrible. I assumed it was simply some old rivalry or such between old men."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 11:13:42 GMT -5
"The men of the Stormlands will extrapolate on events they themselves did not even witness," Frances explained. "Exaggerations, rumours... knights as bad at gossiping as young maidens."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 11:59:57 GMT -5
"I assure you, I never gossip. I simply listen." She had to admit to herself that she was intrigued by him, a harpist with a sword at his waist. He certainly could tell her many interesting things... "But if you have nothing to say, then, well." She took up her wine again.
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