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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 0:20:22 GMT -5
A fine inn that the northmen and women find.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 0:21:34 GMT -5
April 380
Kal and Arania enter with Danya and the others. Kal orders a floor of rooms. When they get to their room, they are shocked to see a large stone bathing tub, with water coming from a fountain head. "By the gods..."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 25, 2012 0:24:36 GMT -5
Arania's eyes grew wide and a smile spread across her face. She put her hand under the stream of water and pulled it back quickly. "It's hot!" she said, impressed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 0:26:30 GMT -5
Kal shakes his head and starts taking his clothes off, then slides into the bath, a small drain on the bottom keeping the water level constant. "What a day. I bet Amelia is still crossing that giant grassland....poor her."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 25, 2012 0:30:09 GMT -5
Arania disrobed quickly, dropping her dress and underthings into a messy pile at the side of the tub. She stepped into the water, sinking down into it and dunking her head under. The warmth did wonders for her body after so long at sea. She sighed in relief. "I want one of these at home. Always hot, never having to wait for servants to bring buckets and buckets of boiled water up the stairs..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 0:32:15 GMT -5
"Winterfell has springs in it. Hot ones, actually nicer than this to me with the smell, but less fancy, to be honest." He looked to her. "You could rule there, with me, one day. If you'd like."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 25, 2012 0:37:23 GMT -5
She looked at him carefully over the surface of the water, submerged up to her neck. "I think I would like that," she said, her heart starting to pound in her chest. "Is it really as cold as they say, so far to the north?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 0:39:27 GMT -5
"Colder. But not in bed." He grins. "And we know how to make real warm clothing, not the silly southron furs that are leather...good sealskin ones, lined with mink and otter. Keeps out water." He turns his back to her. "Scrub, if you'd please."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 25, 2012 0:47:14 GMT -5
She laughed. "Not in your bed, at least. You know I've never even seen a seal, outside of a bestiary." She took a cloth and began to scrub his back, careful of the shiny fresh scar where his wound had been. "Does it hurt still?" she asked, tracing it with a fingertip.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 0:49:22 GMT -5
"Not even slightly...it healed weeks ago. You sure scratched the hell out of it last week," he jokes. "Please...scrub it all off." He thinks aloud while she works. "I wonder what the armies must looks like...if even their fleets are so large. Amazing."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 25, 2012 0:54:41 GMT -5
She blushed a little, at that, and scrubbed all the harder. "Prince Aenys said that they were larger than any Westeros had ever seen...or something to that effect. Each of the cities is terribly wealthy, more than the Lannisters, or my father, even. I'm sure the rulers have no trouble amassing such numbers."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 1:01:45 GMT -5
His skin is pink when she finishes, and he turns. "I see. Nearly limitless. Do you need...help?" he squeezes a sponge over her head.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 25, 2012 1:06:49 GMT -5
Arania giggled as the water splashed over her. She wiped it out of her eyes with the back of her hand. "If you wouldn't mind, then yes."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 1:08:57 GMT -5
He starts scrubbing her back, and when he's done with that (she isn't half as filthy as he was), he gets his roguish grin and turns her back around and scrubs down her front. "Dirty dirty girl. I was warned against marrying someone like you, you know," he says, apparently serious.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 25, 2012 1:18:24 GMT -5
"Someone like me? And what do you mean by that?" She seemed amused. "Perhaps I was warned of men like you."
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