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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 0:04:08 GMT -5
Eight hundred feet high, this Great Pyramid still has scorch marks from when the Devourer went mad.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 0:05:55 GMT -5
The northerners enter the palace of House Targaryen. King Sirius's throne is, fortunately, only a third of the way up the great building, so they are merely winded upon arriving at it, not exhausted.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 0:09:40 GMT -5
Danya had decided to put her best dress on, which was a modestly fitted yet slightly frilly affair in azure, which worked well with the colour of her eyes. Only one dagger was hidden, tucked tightly in a belt at her right leg.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 26, 2012 0:11:59 GMT -5
It must be taller than the Hightower...Arania could go up and down those steps all day without breaking a sweat, but merely walking up to King Sirius' throne left her breathing hard. Or perhaps she was just out of practice. She stared around curiously, impressed by the grandeur surrounding her. Finally, her eyes rested on the King. She smiled and curtseyed...the only reaction she knew, even though he had expressed disdain for such. "King Sirius, thank you for welcoming us into your great city. I am quite impressed."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 0:23:04 GMT -5
He nods regally. The court is filled with people from all over. "Northerners of Westeros, I welcome you all to New Valyria, before my courts I declare you honored guests in all my lands, and subject to guest right wherever you shall go."
Kalvin stares straight ahead, fighting an urge to glance about to sate his curiosity. "And I, Kalvin Stark, heir to Winterfell and the North, thank his majesty for his graciousness and hospitality."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 0:39:46 GMT -5
"We are honoured," Danya said, managing a perfect curtsy.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 26, 2012 2:23:56 GMT -5
Arania didn't know what to do. Clearly there was a level of formality here to which she was not accustomed. She stood up straight and folded her hands delicately before her. She wondered if she should do as Kalvin had done. Even Danya managed to look like a proper highborn lady for once. Instead, she stayed silent, smiling graciously and looking toward the king. Her eyes moved over everything, taking in every detail.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 11:07:36 GMT -5
The king is certainly a handsome man, even his battle scars only accentuating his features. The rest of the court is observing them with either suspicion or some form of foreign disdain. King Sirius says something to them in their own language, and then beckons to the northerners. "Please, you must all be hungry and thirsty. Let us talk on the open balcony, so you may see the city for yourself while we converse."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 26, 2012 12:59:49 GMT -5
Arania followed him to the balcony, meeting the eyes of some of the courtiers who had the vilest of looks on their faces as they passed. She smiled at them pleasantly, wondering what connotations her culture had in their minds, if they thought the West as savage and strange as her countrymen thought of the East. On the balcony, she went immediately to the edge, to stare down over the vast city of Meereen.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 13:16:11 GMT -5
A small feast is set out for them, with fine smelling wines and cheeses, lamb, pork, and mutton. Kalvin takes generous portions of all of it, as does Fyodor Dustin. Under them, the city spreads, far as the eye can see in all directions, surely larger than Oldtown, larger than King's Landing at its height, maybe as large as them together.
King Sirius raises a glass in toast. "To Westeros and New Valyria, and better days ahead for all!"
When they clink, they drink. Arania and Danya can see a black cloud on the horizon, in the otherwise blue sky.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 26, 2012 13:24:40 GMT -5
Arania took a long drought of the wine, which was excellent. The rulers they had met in Essos seemed to consistently have the best wines. The sky was clear and blue and the weather fair...and a black cloud hovered in the distance. It seemed to be growing by the second. "That's odd, it doesn't look like rain," she observed offhandedly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 13:48:07 GMT -5
Sirius sighs. "It's not." The huge black dragon appears like a hurricane, spitting fire in wide arcs over the city, and even over the noise, a woman's mad cackling can be heard. From a mile away, Drogon is bigger than the buildings surrounding the Pyramid, but before he can approach it, a green, smaller but still enormous bulk is in his way, hissing and howling. The huge dragon turns from his brother, flying over the waters of Slaver's Bay.
Kalvin looks shocked. "Dr...dragon? Holy shit!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 13:53:41 GMT -5
Danya was good at hiding her emotions but she could not help the shock and awe that came to her face. "It's... terrifying."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 14:18:31 GMT -5
"Drogon," Sirius says. "And my mother." Kalvin arches an eyebrow at that.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 26, 2012 17:13:29 GMT -5
The King didn't look too concerned...but the dragon was retreating...seemingly cowed bythe smaller green one. Arania's heart was beating wildly. They were huge and horrifying. No wonder Oldtown had opened the gates and allowed Aegon in... "Your mother? On the back of the dragon?" She looked at him carefully again.
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