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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 19:59:33 GMT -5
"She'll be around soon, I'm sure...she loves venison stew." The market is expensive even with Meadows negotiating.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 20:03:51 GMT -5
When she had spent more than she should have Ami indicated they return back to the inn. "Well, in that case I will put on one of the new dresses and look my best."
When they returned she got changed into a skimpy bronze dress that fit a little too tightly, specially with Ami's new bulk. She put some large jewels on her ears and rings in her fingers before slipping into heeled sandals that had ribbons tying up to her legs.
She returned downstairs and waited.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 20:20:41 GMT -5
Meadows takes a look at her then goes back to counting his earnings for the day. "Need a drink?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 20:22:42 GMT -5
"Oh yes, please," Ami said, smirking at him and crossing her legs. "Maybe a snack as well, something share with Lyria... should she come."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 20:29:32 GMT -5
He sends her an ale and some bread with hummus. "If she comes today, it'll be dinner time. Got time for a drink or two."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 20:34:14 GMT -5
"Or three or our," Ami says, drinking deeply from the ale and beginning on the nibbles. "How long have you been here then?" She asked, keeping her eyes on the door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 20:40:53 GMT -5
"Three years, or near enough." After a drink, the door opens and a youngish, Targaryen-looking woman enters. She wears a cloak, and has blonde hair and dark eyes. She looks about, and takes a seat at the bar, ordering an ale and venison stew.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 20:43:35 GMT -5
"Three years? That is quite a-oooh, is that her?" Ami whispered to him as the woman enters. "She looks pretty!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 20:46:12 GMT -5
"That's her." He takes her order himself, which is essentially unique for the day. She pulls out a book and commences reading.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 20:47:53 GMT -5
Amelia smiled and takes her ale and plate, walking over to the girl. "May I join you?" She asks cheerfully.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 20:49:27 GMT -5
It takes a second for the woman to look up, and she gives her a cursory examination glance, much like her brother. "Who are you?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 20:50:38 GMT -5
"My name is Amelia Royce," She said, her pink lips pursed. "I was just sitting there hoping someone interesting would come and then I spotted you!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 20:55:59 GMT -5
"What makes the only person in the tavern reading interesting, hm?" She takes a drink of ale. "Take a seat. I imagine my brother sent you."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 21:00:16 GMT -5
"The fact that you are reading," Ami said, sitting down and crossing her legs. "And you seem rather suspicious!" She laughed. "No, I cannot say I have met your brother or that he sent me."
Charm 75
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 21:03:35 GMT -5
"We can sense each other's magic. You're thick with his. Probably the dreamwork. But Faeron is hardly the only one of my brothers you've met." She looks at her over the top of the book. "I'm not a fan of liars."
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