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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 16:50:05 GMT -5
Riverrun's godswood sits about four hundred yards north of the river, the fortress too small for its own wood. It is an immaculately maintained garden and grove in the summer, and in the winter evergreens, wintergreen mint plants, and delicately carved ice sculptures decorate the area. Lord Tully is famous for his retinue of artists, who alays strive to outdo each other in the finest statues.
Elias and Robyn arrive at the godswood. The chilly wind is muted by the evergreens and the shallow valley the grove sits in. The young man looks around. "What a fascinating place. The Dreadfort's godswood looks like a graveyard," he says. "It's good having company on such a cold day."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 16:58:15 GMT -5
"I guess each is indicative of the family tied to it," Robyn commented, looking round, an impressed look on her face, "some like to make theirs look beautiful, dress them up.... Others like to make them like death, probably says more about house Tully than house Bolton"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 17:00:05 GMT -5
"Well, we didn't make our godswood. In the true north, the godswoods were there before they built the castle around it," he said. "Places of worship. Reflection. Romance, maybe." He smiles at her. "The Tullys just made a garden."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 17:14:04 GMT -5
"Such a pretty thing," she said and smiled, if she picked up in the word romance, she did not let it show. "Perhaps your Godswood shaped your family then... A graveyard... Should I be worried," her tone was light, teasing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 17:39:41 GMT -5
"I wouldn't be," he said. "We all have our own way of worshiping." He smiled. "What about your godswood? Do you honor your family there?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 17:43:34 GMT -5
"I didn't ask if you would be, why would you be?" She asked, and walked further into the clearing, looking at some of the ice sculptures, seeing if they represented anything. "What is Volantis like?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 17:48:22 GMT -5
"Don't be scared, then," he said. "Fear doensn't suit you. Volantis is huge; miles and miles of people and buildings. I hate it. Slavery and whores and killers. But also art and beauty and gardens that dwarf ours." He shrugs. "Not the life I want."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 18:24:59 GMT -5
"Don't be scared, then," he said. "Fear doensn't suit you. Volantis is huge; miles and miles of people and buildings. I hate it. Slavery and whores and killers. But also art and beauty and gardens that dwarf ours." He shrugs. "Not the life I want." Robyn scoffed at that, "who said anything about being scared?" She asked, looking back at him briefly, and smiled, turning back to the figures " if you don't want gardens perhaps we should leave," She paused for a second, "if you do not like the vastness, why go there at all?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 18:27:57 GMT -5
"I had a job to do," he said. "It took many years, and many deaths. But sacrifice is service. And gardens are nice. I was merely opining that this is not a godswood. There are no gods here." He bows in a comically exaggerated fashion. "Perhaps a goddess, though."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 18:33:10 GMT -5
"No," Robyn said before he continued, then laughed hollowly, facing him properly again, "has that line ever worked?" Robyn asked, smirking at him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 18:37:14 GMT -5
"It always works," he said. "Delivery beats vocabulary, Robyn." He held her hand. "Don't you agree?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 18:47:35 GMT -5
"That would depend on the words," she said, looking down at their joined hands, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but not moving away, "depend on what it is you are delivering."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 18:49:52 GMT -5
He delivers his lips to hers, gently.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 19:13:41 GMT -5
He delivers his lips to hers, gently. Robyn couldn't exactly say she was taken off guard or surprised by this action. She had never been kissed before, except on the cheek by her family, which she was sure did not count. She did not respond to it, not did she stop it though, just, accepted it. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 4:47:11 GMT -5
After a second, Elias pulls his head back. "Sorry, then." Awkwarrrrd silence ensues. "I didn't....uh," He just sort of stammers. "I guess I misinterpreted that."
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