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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 0:44:00 GMT -5
She traced the binding on a book on her father's desk, suddenly looking at anything else but him. "I can't very well ask him...or promise that he might ask me..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 0:47:23 GMT -5
"I'll take care of that. Your father can still be persuasive if he needs to be." He shrugs. "Winterfell has never been rich in gold, after all. And even if he can kill Markus Dayne, well, there is still something to be feared in an old lord's wrath," he winked."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 0:58:07 GMT -5
She smiled a little, finally meeting her father's eyes. "I think we might have an unfair advantage in the matter." It was as though a heavy burden was lifted from her shoulders. She had feared breaking her father's heart to achieve her own goals, but perhaps everything would finally turn out better than expected.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 1:00:26 GMT -5
"There is no such thing as an unfair advantage," Beric says, and for a moment he is the clever and powerful lord he had been for so much of his life. "Only decisive ones."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 1:12:19 GMT -5
She nodded, agreeing but not fully grasping what he had said. "Very well, then." Her eyes met her father's, wondering if he would still be there when she came back to Westeros. She tapped the tip of her fingernail on the hard leather cover of the book. "I will leave those matters to you, father. I suppose I should begin readying my things for the trip. Not too much longer until everyone begins leaving."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 1:55:01 GMT -5
"Make sure you say your farewells to the rest of the family." He reminds her.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 2:02:52 GMT -5
She nodded. "I will."
With that, she made her way into the smaller tent she shared with her sisters.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 2:07:28 GMT -5
Both her sisters look at her like she's a complete stranger to them, which, really, isn't far from the truth.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 2:13:26 GMT -5
She glanced at each of them, widowed Lenore and young Alysanne, then went about her business. "I'm going on the voyage east," she announced, gathering books into her arms and dumping them into a large chest.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 2:53:57 GMT -5
Lenore looked at her in surprise. "East? To Volantis? Or...to see dragons?"
Alysanne made a face. "You're quite welcome to it."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 2:56:56 GMT -5
She looked up and grinned at Lenore. "Both, if everything goes as planned." She frowned at Alysanne and went back to packing. She had no wish to start an argument.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 3:04:16 GMT -5
Lenore sounds rather more impressed. "I wish you well, then, Arania." Alysanne mumbles assent, being a decent girl but having absolutely nothing in common with her bookish, curious, and willful sister.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 15:22:11 GMT -5
She finished with the books and began on clothing and other necessaries. "Thank you," she said, smiling at them both, even at Alysanne. "I'll bring you something back. I still can't believe I'm going! I don't think I'll believe it till I see the harbor at Volantis!" As she finished packing, she sat down on the lid of the chest, forcing it closed so she could do up the locks. "Where's mother?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 15:53:32 GMT -5
"She's out behind the tent, finishing her prayers," Lenore said. "I want one of those Volantene wines they make out of pears."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 16:02:57 GMT -5
"Aren't those from Tyrosh?" She thought a moment, wondering, then merely shrugged. "I'll find you some," she said brightly. "And something for you, too, Alysanne. A dress perhaps, in the most shocking style of the Free Cities?" she laughed. "I should go say something to mother...I suppose." She had been avoiding her mother since the first of the incidences. It would be awkward to talk to her now, especially just to say goodbye.
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