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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 19:00:41 GMT -5
///////////////////// "You know how ta patch a roof?" a grizzled old man asks. "The rains are bringing in the rats, decaying the food. Need good roofs." Robyn looks to the man, "I do not, but I am a fast learner. Tell me what I need to do, and I will," she assures him, looking at the roof of one of the near by houses.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 4, 2015 19:09:31 GMT -5
A man is watching her learn to work with a frown on his face. The old man and his crew show Robyn the basics of shingling with the thick clay slabs used for optimal rain protection. The task is tough on the small princess, due to the weighty bricks and the height that she has to lift them to.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 19:17:27 GMT -5
Robyn works hard at the task, as is her nature, and commits to it, even as it makes her feel sore and tired. It would be hard work for the people here too. She felt for them, they had everything taken from them. A bit of pain and sweat was the least she could do.
"Why the frown?" She asked the old man, wiping her brow after hefting up a particularly heavy slab.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 4, 2015 19:29:15 GMT -5
"Princesses should be above such meaningless tasks," the watching man says. "It sets a bad example."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 19:35:32 GMT -5
"I think it sets an excellent example,"Robyn countered, looking at the man, "When times are at their hardest, we all need to pull together. A country is only as strong as it's people." She paused for a second, "Besides, royalty serve the realm, consider this my duty."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 4, 2015 19:38:19 GMT -5
The man firmly shakes his head. "Ruling is based off legitimacy. If royalty are no different than the common people, working in the streets like a servant, then why should they be followed? Why should the commoners not rule themselves?" He shookhis head firmly. "Royalty must be above the rabble, as the gods intended."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 19:44:24 GMT -5
"Your Gods. Not mine. But do not worry, I am sure the natural order will be resumed soon enough," She commented, "I am not working in the streets, like a servant, I am working in the streets like a Princess who sees a city that needs aid."
She looked over at him, taking him in properly now. "If you insist though. Your name, peasant?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 4, 2015 19:55:25 GMT -5
"Lord Dustin Morrigen, Princess," he says with a half-bow. "The will of the gods will always be seen, you are correct."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:00:16 GMT -5
"Lord eh?" Robyn asked, raising an eyebrow, "Is that why you are standing there watching?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 4, 2015 20:02:57 GMT -5
He nods. "Yes." He looks about. "But I'd never deign to tell a princess how to live her life. Merely offering observations."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:09:35 GMT -5
"Duly noted," she replied shortly, and thought on the name, "you would be from the Stormlands then? Do you not follow the... Red God, is it?" They were all made up to her any way, any god but the old gods.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 4, 2015 20:10:41 GMT -5
"I don't," he said, "Not anymore. I'm more a pragmatist, now." He looked her over. "Sweating does you favors, I will admit."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:16:33 GMT -5
"Speaking of inappropriate things to say to royalty" she chastised, but smiled regardless, "I am all about physical exertion, if you think I look good sweating, you have no idea." Robyn did not hold much by looks, but she had learnt to tell from men's gazes that she had a rather pleasing body.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 4, 2015 20:20:06 GMT -5
"I am sure I don't," he said. "If you insist on acting like a commoner, I shall abide by your wishes and treat you like one." He gives her another look over and begins walking up the street to an unburnt tavern.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:20:55 GMT -5
Robyn did not much care for the man's opinion, and went back to work.
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