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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 20:55:20 GMT -5
The huge shadow comes into a gradual focus, and panic reigns on the streets. However, the dragon does one circle and is then gone again, the whole ordeal taking maybe ten minutes. It is so fast that the wind from it, at least a thousand feet in the air, reaches the ground, and so large that its shadow covers a full tenth of the city at a time. Amelia would guess it is well over two hundred feet long.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 20:57:53 GMT -5
Amelia stood there, still shaking when it was gone "It seems we are very lucky..." She said quietly, to no one in particularly. She quickly decides to go inside her house to ready herself for the night and get prepared for the big feast the next day.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 20:59:21 GMT -5
Vhagus is there to greet her. "I hope you're all right...you see now how that can cause so much pain?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 21:00:08 GMT -5
"Very much so..." Amelia said, having her slave set down her food on a nearby table. "It was... so huge! I thought for sure that it would kill us all!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 21:29:35 GMT -5
"I am surprised it did not...usually it strafes us at least once, out of spite.'' he looks to the sky. "It likes to roost on the mountain summit...which is a holy site for the Dothraki."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 21:31:31 GMT -5
"What an awful coincidence," Amelia commented, seating herself in comfortable chair with some wine and a pie. "Is there... maybe it will attack us on the way back?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 21:37:02 GMT -5
"No, no, you'll be perfectly safe." How he can guarantee that is beyond her guess. :Please, sleep well; it is gone now."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 21:38:38 GMT -5
"I will trust you on that," Ami said, finishing her evening meal and leisurely enjoying her wine. "I will I see you tomorrow before the meeting?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 21:51:03 GMT -5
"If you wish," he says. He grins handsomely and leaves.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 21:53:56 GMT -5
Amelia smiled and went to bed.
The next day she decided to wander the city a little more before returning to her house. She decided to put on her tightest dress, a golden affair that showed just how beautiful the Old Gods had made her (and how she had been eating a little too much of late) and made her way to the feast. She looked around for some interesting to converse with.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 21:58:15 GMT -5
If in Volantis Westerosi is next to impossible to speak, in Vaes Dothrak she is more unique than a unicorn, of which there are two, apparently imported from Ibben.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 22:00:00 GMT -5
Amelia pouted and found a free seat, placing her well shaped ass in it. "I guess someone will come speak to me eventually," She mumbled, beginning on some wine.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 22:09:37 GMT -5
Despite her hot body, no one does. She's too well-dressed to be a whore and she looks too alien for the Dothraki to notice her. The khals have been in the meeting for two hours when the feast begins.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 22:13:00 GMT -5
Amelia's pout deepens throughout the night and it is only the beginning the feast that cheers her up a little. She stuffs herself happy, occasionally smiling up at the odd man who happened to glance her way.
"Why do they ignore me?" She finally asked her guard.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 22:17:37 GMT -5
"Me. Also, to Dothraki...you are ugly. Dressed like pleasure slave. Lips only good for pleasuring the strong. Good chest, but fat." The word is passed along that the main course will be coming soon.
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