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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 14:39:54 GMT -5
"Who else is worth killing?" He leads her outside. "Shall I lift you over my shoulder and run off with the screaming maiden?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 14:40:47 GMT -5
Danya snorted in amusement. "The wolf courted me for a while. I simply did not let on." She studied the hall before her pale blue eyes rested on Kal. "I will go with Amelia and make sure she will be alright. Your beloved does not need to become to familiar with Dothraki culture."
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"Of course we didn't!" Amelia said, giggling loudly. "Well, he did kiss me on the lips but that was... well, unplanned. No, I dared him to put on his old sellsword outfit and in turn donned this and a bear costume! It was most amusing!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 14:41:37 GMT -5
"If you like, but I'd be a laughing maiden rather than a screaming one," she said, leaning close.
She could feel her body tingling with anticipation as she remembered the time they'd spent together in the past.
"There are many of my people here. Mayhaps they shall come after you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 14:47:49 GMT -5
"No...I need someone in Meereen they won't see coming...a pleasant, polite, pretty young lady who can remember everything she sees and hears. I'll send...Mooton, I guess. He's a blasted loud one, but he's strong enough to foster some respect. Still..." he frowns. "Vaghus Horsefire is no mean swordsman. I've seen him kill men I thought would slice him apart in seconds, in duels in Braavos."
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Dustin calls his horse over, hops onto it, then pulls her up and over his lap like he's abducting her, riding down to the docks.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 24, 2012 14:48:45 GMT -5
"Of course we didn't!" Amelia said, giggling loudly. "Well, he did kiss me on the lips but that was... well, unplanned. No, I dared him to put on his old sellsword outfit and in turn donned this and a bear costume! It was most amusing!" "Oh dear...and now he wants to carry you off to Vaes Dothrak. I see how it is." Arania winked at her. "I'm sure it was very amusing indeed."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 14:52:43 GMT -5
Reyna let out a shriek of excitement. From someone who didn't see their body language, it could well sound like fear.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 14:53:52 GMT -5
"If his loud mouth doesn't get him killed," Danya commanted, crossing her arms. "Now, if we could foster better relations between the Dothraki and Targaryens... but how do you undo dragon damage?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 14:55:37 GMT -5
"Oh dear...and now he wants to carry you off to Vaes Dothrak. I see how it is." Arania winked at her. "I'm sure it was very amusing indeed." "The bear costume? Oh yes! I almost took it with me but I thought stealing this dress would be enough damage." She giggled again. "Though I predict your lover may have some qualms about us going to Vaes Dothrak."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 15:01:48 GMT -5
"I'm not sure. Get rid of the dragon?" He chuckled. "Even I don't estimate my skill with a blade that highly." He sipped a strong liquor. "I trust my bad feelings though."
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In the desolate and dangerous streets at night, no one tries to recuse Reyna, and they end up at his ship soon enough. He tosses her over his shoulder and carries her aboard, to the laughter of his night watchmen.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 15:08:30 GMT -5
"A bad feeling is always a good reminder to keep your eyes open," Danya said, taking a sip of juice. "Ami will be oh so angry having a watchman." She chuckled.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 15:12:13 GMT -5
"She seems to like men well enough," he mumbles. "I wish I was hunting wildlings or mountain clansmen....give me something to kill properly. This talking business is dangerous."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 15:18:16 GMT -5
"You could have said no, you know," Danya said. "Don't take this the wrong way but I can think of many men better suited as ambassador." She grinned to take the sting off.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 15:21:27 GMT -5
"You might think so, and it would be true in most cases. King Terrence wants someone who can scout the frontlines and impress the apparently militantly minded king dragon. Most good ambassador types would be useless for that. Could you imagine Malryas Bolton as our ambassador? He'd come back riding a dragon like Aegon the Conqueror." Kal shrugs. "Besides, after the whole killing the Sword of the Morning thing, we figured that vanishing for a while might be a good idea. Spin it as a punishment of sorts."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 15:25:53 GMT -5
"Good point," Danya replied, studying the room over the rim of her glass. "Thought it might not be bad having a dragon, don't you think? So, what do we tell Ami about what she should or shouldn't do?" She laughed. "Get pregnant, for the latter."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 15:30:10 GMT -5
"You can have that discussion with her," he chuckles. "I always rather fancied her, so we'll avoid that topic." The room is in disarray, now that everyone is hammered. "Don't trust people with a limp, don't...well, hell, she's following a half-Targaryen, half-Dothraki mercenary prince across a thousand miles of grassland to a city where, so far as I know, all the other women are slaves or oracles. If she thinks it's a good idea...I don't think warning her about the dangers of not using moon tea will do much good."
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