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The Feast
Apr 3, 2015 19:49:22 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 19:49:22 GMT -5
"I'll talk to them." He thought a moment. "Ben will need you. Close. You're his only magical aid once I'm gone."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 19:51:11 GMT -5
"My handmaiden labors for hours." he replied sardonically, running a hand through his disheveled and unruly black hair. "How log did it take your seamstress to fashion that fetching outfit. Is that myrish silk?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 3, 2015 19:55:40 GMT -5
[Dud had to think on the name for a moment. He knew he had heard it at some point.... Nick snow, he remembered it now. He was a known outlaw! Dud was almost positive he had kidnapped the very lady Prince Benjen just married. Dud treaded lightly on that subject, it wasn't that long ago that Ella was an outlaw hunted by Dud. "Ah, Nicholas Snow, I've heard the name. So you'll travel with him then?" Dud said with slight concern in his voice. "Perhaps," Jenny said, shrugging. "Depends on what he does or where he goes. What he's about." She smiled. "Of course if you can convince me to come with you I can always do that." Dud gave an intrigued smile. "Oh really? And here I thought we've grown so close since we met and in such a romantic way I wouldn't have to convince you." |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 19:56:27 GMT -5
"I'll talk to them." He thought a moment. "Ben will need you. Close. You're his only magical aid once I'm gone." "And what if you don't make it back from the wedding?" Amelia asked, regretting it the instant she did. "Never mind... if that happens then I'll have to work with that." She put a smile on her face again. "The bedding should be over now. We can return to the feast if you wish." |
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 19:57:45 GMT -5
"It is! Fits perfectly, too." He pretended to brush something off his shoulder. "You'll have to ask Lyanna how long it took, though. She sees to the thralls. "
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 19:58:13 GMT -5
Dud gave an intrigued smile. "Oh really? And here I thought we've grown so close since we met and in such a romantic way I wouldn't have to convince you." Jenny chuckled at that. "Win the purse in the melee or the joust and you'll have convinced me to stay." |
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The Feast
Apr 3, 2015 20:03:05 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 20:03:05 GMT -5
"Not much left for me there," he said. "The entertainment is probably dying out. Unless you dance."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 20:04:47 GMT -5
Ami smirked. "I know a Lysene dance that will make your breeches feel very tight," She promised. "Come." She turned and headed back inside, hoping the man had some sense and came with her. Ami knows what's best.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 20:05:32 GMT -5
"You could not afford myrish lace" Robyn said raising an eyebrow, "do you just take whatever you want? Whenever you want it? Without thinking?"
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Apr 3, 2015 20:05:52 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 20:05:52 GMT -5
Nick shrugs and follows along. He's been to Lys though, and doubts she knows any of their actual dances.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 20:11:31 GMT -5
"You could not afford myrish lace" Robyn said raising an eyebrow, "do you just take whatever you want? Whenever you want it? Without thinking?" "You would be surprised. After the sacking of Mantarys my kingdom is likely wealthier than your own." Killion replied, "Not that I would ever dream of paying the gold price for something so frivolous." He looked at her for a few moments, until the silence became awkward. "Oh were those questions not rhetorical? Yes, yes I do." he said deadpan. "You should try it sometime." |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 20:14:15 GMT -5
"What makes you think I don't? Necklaces and lace don't mean very much to me... Or anything." She replied, "but it's good that you are confident enough to admit they are to you,"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 3, 2015 20:15:40 GMT -5
Dud gave an intrigued smile. "Oh really? And here I thought we've grown so close since we met and in such a romantic way I wouldn't have to convince you." Jenny chuckled at that. "Win the purse in the melee or the joust and you'll have convinced me to stay." "Does that mean I can have your favor for the joust, my lady?" Dud said with confidence in his jousting ability |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 20:17:23 GMT -5
Amelia returns back to the feast and makes her way straight to the musicians. After a brief discussion in which it is revealed that none of them know what Lyseni music sounds like Amelia suggests something slightly up tempo, whatever the men imagine dornish music sounds like.
The men begin playing and Amelia gives Nicholas a wink. She then begins to dance, her arms at her sides, hands moving in swirling motions while her hips began to slide back and forth, almost reminiscent of a slithering snake. She wasn't wearing the right dress for the dance but it mattered little. As the music rose in tempo her movements became more grand though no less sultry, her body bending forward a little so her rear was pressed out as it ground about. It was indeed a Lyseni dance, though one popular enough to have spread to Braavos, where she had learned it.
If anyone knew how to make a spectacle of themselves it was Amelia Royce and the attention was always appreciated. She continued to dance, eyes half lidded but aware of reactions all about.
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The Feast
Apr 3, 2015 20:22:27 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 20:22:27 GMT -5
While undoubtedly sexy, Nick notes his drunk sister being weird. He sidles over to her and nods to the raiders. "Robyn, are these damsels suitably awed by tales of your valor?"
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