Cranked a post, not the best, but it keeps things moving. Collabs with people will follow- I've thrown Ellion and Alerie back together temporarily, and Willas might go speak with someone, though I'm not sure.
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I've RP'd for the best part of over 14 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots.
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@MrDidact
Willas shrugged, sighing. It was a hard question to answer, because it had so many connotations for the outcomes of what could happen, and he really didn't want to answer it. But he had to, and he knew he might be the wiser of the responses to that question, given he'd seen all sorts of madness in this realm.
"War is a big word. Many consider it not as an option. I call it our last, not our first. Let them destroy each other, realise that when they tempt the wrath of the largest Kingdoms in the known world, backed up by tens of dragons and their riders, they are starting a fire they cannot possibly control. We are stronger, but we can never underestimate them." Willas said, rather dramatically, as he took another sip of Arbor, turning to Tyrion.
"We're both aware of mistakes that come from inaction of war. You've told me about Slaver's Bay, I'll tell you of the acts of the Reach of centuries past. But my position is as it's always been. Keep the peace. Help people, provide support, and only resort to the sword when they choose to start killing the people we send to help. Stop the developments while we can in the Stepstones, in the Vale, in Dorne, put them to the sword and make sure they never let their fingers slip beyond what they have. Let Essos destroy itself if it so wishes, I do not wish to shed any of our Seven Kingdoms' blood for a scattered realm across the Narrow Sea that means little to us in any strategic value. Our Queen may want slavery to end, but how many lives, how much blood must be shed, of our kind, so we can stop a trait of men far more barbaric than us, far more uncivilised in doing as they please? Our trade wouldn't even be affected, Tyrion. The Iron Bank of Braavos itself is already of the position of neutrality, and only acting as a neutral bank for mercenaries and merchants that allay themselves to either side. If they see the Roses, like I do, then we'd be wise to not to act on them. Perhaps that is a wise course of action." He added, as he finished his cup.
"It repeats itself, no matter what, Tyrion. You think you see a greater world, yet people still want to kill each other and they do horrible things for minimal gains. My brother would disagree, but I have learned from experience, as have you. War, greed and our selfish cravings that lead to the ladder of chaos, rather than a Kingdom that works. That makes the coffers money, so we can afford the armies we have, for when we need them, for the resources we need, and you know the rest. Lest chaos embed and take it all." Willas concluded, his side showing some sort of experience, though he seemed to present it as honestly and optimistically as he could.
"That's all I think we want to prevent. Targaryen, Tyrell, Lannister....they are a part of the wheel as much as we are. It will never break, it keeps spinning, and spinning, and spinning. My sister was a part of that game, and unfortunately, my brother was caught up. That great game, we will never win. But we will play for the highest stakes, so we can do the best we can for the people we love more than anything. We can't let go of what we have." He replied to Tyrion, and the way Willas sounded, he seemed to know what he was talking about. The kindness and good will of his heart still shone through what he said, as harsh and as unabating as it was, it was the honest truth, and not hidden away.
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Alerie herself turned red, smiling to Jaehaerys, nodding.
"She has scales as maroon as my hair." She said, smiling, Voshcaris looking in her direction, as Alerie kept looking at the dragon, right into it's eyes. She saw madness, total insanity, and didn't want to look, her heart pounded, her skin felt a little trembling. But she blinked, and felt fine with it, felt suddenly just fine. Gently placing her hand on Voshcaris's scales, the gentle hiss of it's nostril felt warm, but not unknown. Alerie had to say, this was a fine beast, and if Jaehaerys was using this as a chat-up line, well, it was a very good one. But still, there were other dragons, and other Targaryens. She could see Baela with Lyrax, it's blue scaled form completely at ease with the Princess.
"Perhaps you'll have to take me up there, Jaehaerys."
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Ellion smiled, seeing Tom Lannister, and his two twin brothers, the three just as blonde and Lannister-y as he would have come to expect. He remembered Garlan telling him about them. How they'd nearly come to raise hell against the Lannister armies, when they found out what had happened to Margaery, Loras and Mace. He knew that old man still had his hate, and well, Ellion knew that whilst it wasn't his buisness, it was merely a generation ago. Forgetting would be stupid, but he could reconcile that this particular Lannister had nothing to do with it, as he looked down at them. Tom was only 15, but he looked like a strong lad, certainly. One that acted older than his age, certainly.
"Thank you, Tom. It was a good joust...and I'm acquainted with your entourage." Ellion added, Duncan keeping behind the Tyrell, as he looked over at the Florent and Hightower boys, probably unaware of the politics. Ellion knew that across from his uncle's keep at Manderford, Brightwater Keep tormented him and reminded him that he'd had a higher position once, rather than a mere defender of the marches. Ellion knew Garlan was happy, contented with what he had, but it was always an uneasy pact to keep up.
"Your brothers have certainly grown since I last saw them. I don't fancy fighting in that melee, not after today's jousts. So why not....they are fine things to be in the presence of indeed. I'm sure Duncan would like to as well." Ellion replied to Tom, as he led the way, Duncan following behind, Ellion letting his squire stay with him, knowing so long as he kept his trap shut, he'd probably not be in the way.
"I saw my father speaking with yours, Tom...they're either trying to get my bloody sister engaged to you, or something or other. It's all politics, I suppose." He said, commenting to the Lannister, as they headed towards the pavillion, where some of the dragons lay. It was still a fine day, despite the fact that a few clouds sometimes blocked the beating sun, it felt like a wonderful place to be, and Ellion was in his element, just enjoying himself as he could, knowing he would need some rest after this. As they headed into the Pavilion, the sight of the scaled beasts could be seen, in their various colours and sizes. Ellion himself found them wonderful beasts, but they were monsters, after all, they burnt people, sheep, and did so only under the Valyrian blood of the Seven Kingdoms, which to the Tyrell, felt a little unfair. Whilst magnificent, the damage and the destruction they were capable of reminded him they could scorch and burn all that was green in the world.
Ellion saw Alerie, and almost broke away from Tom, a little suprised to see her here, with Prince Jaehaerys, of all people. She probably knew what she was doing, but he was curious, as he headed over to Voshcaris, and where Alerie rested her hand on her snout.
"Sister, I didn't take you for someone who liked dragons." It almost seemed at that moment that Voshcaris turned it's eyes directly on Ellion, a gentle hiss from one of it's nostrils instantly freezing the Knight in his steps, as Alerie giggled, the shiny metal and Ellion's very stance one that seemed a little...well, unnerving, as well as his speech, perhaps.
"Ellion, you're rattling him. They're smarter than you think." She smirked, chuckling as she looked back at Jaehaerys, firing a very distinct wink at Ellion, almost one that you couldn't see, just knowing he'd get it all. Ellion calmed himself, as he came by Alerie's side, looking back at Voshcaris.
"Fine...he seems friendly enough?" Ellion meekly said, as Alerie giggled, turning to Jaehaerys.
"Oh, this is Ellion, my brother. He's a fine jouster, dashing and beautiful, isn't he?" She said, almost half-leaping up onto her tall brother, gracing her hand through Ellion's curly and floofy hair, smirking, his fair curls gently swept by her hand.
"Or so he seems to like himself to be, when he's in that armour of his. Takes more care of himself than I do in that thing!" She smirked, as she knew that right now, she'd manage to well, make two men blush. One was a Targaryen prince that had a dragon, the other was his brother. To say Alerie lacked in courage, was seriously difficult to say. She looked over, seeing Tom Lannister headed over, as well as his small group of followers, his twin brothers and the other Reachmen.
"I suppose your dragons have interest, Jahaerys. Tom, you've grown quite a bit, since I've last seen you?" She said, Alerie looking over at Tom, staying close by Jaehaerys's side, so as to not lose his particular gaze, or interest.
(I'm not feeling incredibly creative, and yes, I want to link up with Merebelle- though I think Ellion hasn't seen it as I planned this post for a long time. Sorry :( )
Willas shrugged, sighing. It was a hard question to answer, because it had so many connotations for the outcomes of what could happen, and he really didn't want to answer it. But he had to, and he knew he might be the wiser of the responses to that question, given he'd seen all sorts of madness in this realm.
"War is a big word. Many consider it not as an option. I call it our last, not our first. Let them destroy each other, realise that when they tempt the wrath of the largest Kingdoms in the known world, backed up by tens of dragons and their riders, they are starting a fire they cannot possibly control. We are stronger, but we can never underestimate them." Willas said, rather dramatically, as he took another sip of Arbor, turning to Tyrion.
"We're both aware of mistakes that come from inaction of war. You've told me about Slaver's Bay, I'll tell you of the acts of the Reach of centuries past. But my position is as it's always been. Keep the peace. Help people, provide support, and only resort to the sword when they choose to start killing the people we send to help. Stop the developments while we can in the Stepstones, in the Vale, in Dorne, put them to the sword and make sure they never let their fingers slip beyond what they have. Let Essos destroy itself if it so wishes, I do not wish to shed any of our Seven Kingdoms' blood for a scattered realm across the Narrow Sea that means little to us in any strategic value. Our Queen may want slavery to end, but how many lives, how much blood must be shed, of our kind, so we can stop a trait of men far more barbaric than us, far more uncivilised in doing as they please? Our trade wouldn't even be affected, Tyrion. The Iron Bank of Braavos itself is already of the position of neutrality, and only acting as a neutral bank for mercenaries and merchants that allay themselves to either side. If they see the Roses, like I do, then we'd be wise to not to act on them. Perhaps that is a wise course of action." He added, as he finished his cup.
"It repeats itself, no matter what, Tyrion. You think you see a greater world, yet people still want to kill each other and they do horrible things for minimal gains. My brother would disagree, but I have learned from experience, as have you. War, greed and our selfish cravings that lead to the ladder of chaos, rather than a Kingdom that works. That makes the coffers money, so we can afford the armies we have, for when we need them, for the resources we need, and you know the rest. Lest chaos embed and take it all." Willas concluded, his side showing some sort of experience, though he seemed to present it as honestly and optimistically as he could.
"That's all I think we want to prevent. Targaryen, Tyrell, Lannister....they are a part of the wheel as much as we are. It will never break, it keeps spinning, and spinning, and spinning. My sister was a part of that game, and unfortunately, my brother was caught up. That great game, we will never win. But we will play for the highest stakes, so we can do the best we can for the people we love more than anything. We can't let go of what we have." He replied to Tyrion, and the way Willas sounded, he seemed to know what he was talking about. The kindness and good will of his heart still shone through what he said, as harsh and as unabating as it was, it was the honest truth, and not hidden away.
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Alerie herself turned red, smiling to Jaehaerys, nodding.
"She has scales as maroon as my hair." She said, smiling, Voshcaris looking in her direction, as Alerie kept looking at the dragon, right into it's eyes. She saw madness, total insanity, and didn't want to look, her heart pounded, her skin felt a little trembling. But she blinked, and felt fine with it, felt suddenly just fine. Gently placing her hand on Voshcaris's scales, the gentle hiss of it's nostril felt warm, but not unknown. Alerie had to say, this was a fine beast, and if Jaehaerys was using this as a chat-up line, well, it was a very good one. But still, there were other dragons, and other Targaryens. She could see Baela with Lyrax, it's blue scaled form completely at ease with the Princess.
"Perhaps you'll have to take me up there, Jaehaerys."
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Ellion smiled, seeing Tom Lannister, and his two twin brothers, the three just as blonde and Lannister-y as he would have come to expect. He remembered Garlan telling him about them. How they'd nearly come to raise hell against the Lannister armies, when they found out what had happened to Margaery, Loras and Mace. He knew that old man still had his hate, and well, Ellion knew that whilst it wasn't his buisness, it was merely a generation ago. Forgetting would be stupid, but he could reconcile that this particular Lannister had nothing to do with it, as he looked down at them. Tom was only 15, but he looked like a strong lad, certainly. One that acted older than his age, certainly.
"Thank you, Tom. It was a good joust...and I'm acquainted with your entourage." Ellion added, Duncan keeping behind the Tyrell, as he looked over at the Florent and Hightower boys, probably unaware of the politics. Ellion knew that across from his uncle's keep at Manderford, Brightwater Keep tormented him and reminded him that he'd had a higher position once, rather than a mere defender of the marches. Ellion knew Garlan was happy, contented with what he had, but it was always an uneasy pact to keep up.
"Your brothers have certainly grown since I last saw them. I don't fancy fighting in that melee, not after today's jousts. So why not....they are fine things to be in the presence of indeed. I'm sure Duncan would like to as well." Ellion replied to Tom, as he led the way, Duncan following behind, Ellion letting his squire stay with him, knowing so long as he kept his trap shut, he'd probably not be in the way.
"I saw my father speaking with yours, Tom...they're either trying to get my bloody sister engaged to you, or something or other. It's all politics, I suppose." He said, commenting to the Lannister, as they headed towards the pavillion, where some of the dragons lay. It was still a fine day, despite the fact that a few clouds sometimes blocked the beating sun, it felt like a wonderful place to be, and Ellion was in his element, just enjoying himself as he could, knowing he would need some rest after this. As they headed into the Pavilion, the sight of the scaled beasts could be seen, in their various colours and sizes. Ellion himself found them wonderful beasts, but they were monsters, after all, they burnt people, sheep, and did so only under the Valyrian blood of the Seven Kingdoms, which to the Tyrell, felt a little unfair. Whilst magnificent, the damage and the destruction they were capable of reminded him they could scorch and burn all that was green in the world.
Ellion saw Alerie, and almost broke away from Tom, a little suprised to see her here, with Prince Jaehaerys, of all people. She probably knew what she was doing, but he was curious, as he headed over to Voshcaris, and where Alerie rested her hand on her snout.
"Sister, I didn't take you for someone who liked dragons." It almost seemed at that moment that Voshcaris turned it's eyes directly on Ellion, a gentle hiss from one of it's nostrils instantly freezing the Knight in his steps, as Alerie giggled, the shiny metal and Ellion's very stance one that seemed a little...well, unnerving, as well as his speech, perhaps.
"Ellion, you're rattling him. They're smarter than you think." She smirked, chuckling as she looked back at Jaehaerys, firing a very distinct wink at Ellion, almost one that you couldn't see, just knowing he'd get it all. Ellion calmed himself, as he came by Alerie's side, looking back at Voshcaris.
"Fine...he seems friendly enough?" Ellion meekly said, as Alerie giggled, turning to Jaehaerys.
"Oh, this is Ellion, my brother. He's a fine jouster, dashing and beautiful, isn't he?" She said, almost half-leaping up onto her tall brother, gracing her hand through Ellion's curly and floofy hair, smirking, his fair curls gently swept by her hand.
"Or so he seems to like himself to be, when he's in that armour of his. Takes more care of himself than I do in that thing!" She smirked, as she knew that right now, she'd manage to well, make two men blush. One was a Targaryen prince that had a dragon, the other was his brother. To say Alerie lacked in courage, was seriously difficult to say. She looked over, seeing Tom Lannister headed over, as well as his small group of followers, his twin brothers and the other Reachmen.
"I suppose your dragons have interest, Jahaerys. Tom, you've grown quite a bit, since I've last seen you?" She said, Alerie looking over at Tom, staying close by Jaehaerys's side, so as to not lose his particular gaze, or interest.
(I'm not feeling incredibly creative, and yes, I want to link up with Merebelle- though I think Ellion hasn't seen it as I planned this post for a long time. Sorry :( )
@NecroKnight
Yep- but I think Ellion is off to go see the dragons and bump into Alerie, mind you :) I think they'll interact, just after I bet.
Yep- but I think Ellion is off to go see the dragons and bump into Alerie, mind you :) I think they'll interact, just after I bet.
@MrDidact
Still here, but very tired, and feeling like I've got a bit of a creative block. I will post soon, either later tonight or tomorrow :)
Still here, but very tired, and feeling like I've got a bit of a creative block. I will post soon, either later tonight or tomorrow :)
@NecroKnight
Come meet Ellion, or some Tyrells. Ellion I have a weird feeling might take a shining to Ser Grey (female Knights can be called Ser? right?)
Come meet Ellion, or some Tyrells. Ellion I have a weird feeling might take a shining to Ser Grey (female Knights can be called Ser? right?)
@Asura
You have top quality banter, and I remember it gleefully from the last GoT RP. Thank fuck for that :)
You have top quality banter, and I remember it gleefully from the last GoT RP. Thank fuck for that :)
@Greenie
I almost killed my main character in my last GoT RP, and holy shit, it coulda ended up with basically having a main, Ned Stark-level of character build up and payoff just ending there (was split across two posts, so basically it left about half a week before people realised I'd actually just written it as a pretty horrible wound that made my character confined to a bed). Didn't think it would affect me as much as it did- Abe can tell you full well, but it felt fucking horrid, really fucking nilistic in actually writing anything beyond for a little while, just because I really didn't fucking know how I would carry on writing anything....killing characters like that is actually incredibly difficult, once you're properly invested into everything you've had them do, and what you'd have to do as a contingency if they went. I didn't go that far, but it felt like I could have, and came close enough to knowing what it can feel like.
I suppose that's how I know it was worth throwing as an absolute spanner in the works to pretty much everyone else in the RP, the action didn't feel pointless, it's the aftermath of it that was...well, pointless. Like death is, GoT hits us that that absence of life, we just lose our fucking minds when suddenly something goes (and often, in a really horrid, pointless and bloody way). That's what's fucking frightening- it messes with your head IRL, and honestly, from a literary point of view, you can do it too well and pretty much fuck over your mind because you really do not cope with why the fuck you did it, rather than what actually happened. I've killed a character I wrote for four years, in a totally different setting, and I always felt okay with it, because I knew the reality and the harsh facts that drove it to that point, the RP ending straight in that aftermath so it shut and cut the book a bit better. Doing that in the GoT RP was harder because I had to write a man in a bed for the next two months of that RP :D
Posted btw.
I almost killed my main character in my last GoT RP, and holy shit, it coulda ended up with basically having a main, Ned Stark-level of character build up and payoff just ending there (was split across two posts, so basically it left about half a week before people realised I'd actually just written it as a pretty horrible wound that made my character confined to a bed). Didn't think it would affect me as much as it did- Abe can tell you full well, but it felt fucking horrid, really fucking nilistic in actually writing anything beyond for a little while, just because I really didn't fucking know how I would carry on writing anything....killing characters like that is actually incredibly difficult, once you're properly invested into everything you've had them do, and what you'd have to do as a contingency if they went. I didn't go that far, but it felt like I could have, and came close enough to knowing what it can feel like.
I suppose that's how I know it was worth throwing as an absolute spanner in the works to pretty much everyone else in the RP, the action didn't feel pointless, it's the aftermath of it that was...well, pointless. Like death is, GoT hits us that that absence of life, we just lose our fucking minds when suddenly something goes (and often, in a really horrid, pointless and bloody way). That's what's fucking frightening- it messes with your head IRL, and honestly, from a literary point of view, you can do it too well and pretty much fuck over your mind because you really do not cope with why the fuck you did it, rather than what actually happened. I've killed a character I wrote for four years, in a totally different setting, and I always felt okay with it, because I knew the reality and the harsh facts that drove it to that point, the RP ending straight in that aftermath so it shut and cut the book a bit better. Doing that in the GoT RP was harder because I had to write a man in a bed for the next two months of that RP :D
Posted btw.
"Thank you, Lord Tyrion. I suppose he's confused. He'll get it out of his system, he didn't rush like I did....that's why he's like a young Leo Longthorn at this. He's a grown man, and he can make the right choice for our house when the time comes. All men make those choices....we'd all be wise to know that." Willas smirked to both of them, to both of them, as he nodded, sitting up, watching Alerie head down the stands, and listened to Tyrion's observations...on the wine first.
"I am sure we can do that. There's no shortage this summer. First batch was a bit off from the Arbor, but once those bloody Redwynes got their act together....beautiful. It is a wonderful isle, Tyrion. Hills laced with vinyards, as far as the eye can see, beyond the towers and fortifications of The Arbor itself. As it turns out, feeding an appetite for wines goes beyond you, Tyrion." He chuckled, as he patted the Hand on his back, a gleeful smile on his face, as he turned back to Alerie once again, down below.
"Alerie....well, she knows what she is doing. I'm her father, and even I know that. Reminds me of my sister really....but alas." He said, sitting up, looking over at the three depart.
"Perhaps she's playing with him then....I remember when she was little, she made two squires fight with each other after she made a promise to both of them, over something silly.... Jaehaerys has a reputation for his kindness, even I know that....and he isn't hurtful. But...she wants a fire. What Alerie wants, it's a mystery sometimes, but I know that girl is bright and won't do anything for it. That....that's the thing. I can't tell where she stops. Perhaps it is best I don't?" Willas added to Sansa, chuckling, as he finished the Arbor. The last part of the comment seemed to imply a deeper understanding of his daughter, well, something that he knew someone like Tyrion would know.
The women of the Tyrell court were the very, very sharpest thorns at play, and even when men such as Willas, and his sons proved to be brave and well-meaning, well-ruling and understanding, the women seemed to have a different play, a sort that gave the pretty rose it's pain, it's absolute reminder that you do not lay your hand along it's stalk or petals without feeling a sharp reminder of it's very nature. Willas knew just like Olenna had been for House Tyrell, that Alerie followed so much in her suit, she could do what she wanted and would accomplish that, no matter what he said, or did. Never to settle for less, but only for something that the Tyrell words gently carried in the wind. Growing Strong....and never letting go of the rightful place of House Tyrell in the Seven Kingdoms. It was not his to do...it was hers, and he was wise enough to know that so long as it didn't get her killed, it was a healthy reaction of the Tyrell women to the very nature of politics and the world.
"Ah, well How is Tom, anyway? It'd be good to see him, I haven't seen him in years. He was barely a lad when I last saw him...though I believe Lady Sansa is right in saying, we all know there's far more merriment to have tonight before we wed away more of our sons and daughters!" Willas asked, an honest question, and he didn't really seem to respond to Tyrion's comment....it was worth considering, a Rose and a Lion, but right now, not at the foremost of his political play in King's Landing. Money had to be balanced, found for this, as well as the logistics of running Seven Kingdoms, under a monarchy that was so absolute, so overwhelmingly powerful, that retaining a need and identity in the face of it all felt difficult at times.
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Alerie giggled, hearing those words from Baela.
"Oooh, another unmarried man? At a wedding? Seven Hells, it's like you're trying to get us wed, Baela!" She smirked, absolutely unable to contain herself, as she kept holding Jaehaerys's hand, knowing how it gently trembled, how he seemed absolutely nervous. He seemed tongue-tied, well, he seemed like he hadn't actually gotten this far, and she knew what a man was like when he was like this. Good at spilling out what he needed to, completely at unrest in some sort of lust, and Alerie knew whatever she might hear, it would be rather entertaining, it'd be a good way to pass the time, while her father sat and talked politics and Arbor, her brother had been unhorsing Knights, and she'd been sitting with little to do. It wasn't all pleasure- after all, hearing sometimes the whispers of what a Targaryen knew, even a cousin of the King and Queen, was always of interest, and sometimes, words slipped, after all.
"I suppose he might. My brother is a bit of a rogue, anyway. Brave as he is, he blushes so much when you put me in front of him, he turns redder than an apple...and I'm used to it, I guess? So it wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable, not at all...you be rogueish, I'll just make you blush all the time." She remarked to the two, as they happened across the gaggle of children, Alerie...well, there was something strange. A motherly trait, even though Alerie had no children of her own, she couldn't help but smile. Especially because they were tidy, clean, and neat, and seemed to remind her of her cousin. She knelt, and looked at them, a particular beam from her golden eyes and her well-beaming smile. Today had been a good day, though Alerie knew that half her smiles were just put on, they at least made it known that Alerie Tyrell was a happy girl, and seemed gregarious and heartily-outgoing.
"Well...I suppose it wouldn't be a big deal, to go there before the fair....shall you show me then, you little rascals?" Alerie at that moment seemed to have some kind of look, she seemed to almost be on their level, and well...it was almost a bond, she seemed to be almost more like an aunt than a distant figure from a distant land, and knew that she might as well, after all. It sold the act better to Jaehaerys...and she did want to go see what a dragon in the flesh really did look like.
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Ellion had headed back towards the tents, and knew that his jousting had finished. He'd beaten Viserys, he'd proven himself, and whilst another Knight was clearing up the rest of the lists, it would be over soon. The top of the world was where he felt, adored, he felt like for everything he'd done, he was here. No real Queen to nominate, Ellion knew he couldn't go any further. He'd had his victory, he'd won what he wanted. A hell of a lot of pride, a hell of a lot of courage that still sat in his lungs, and by seven hells, he knew that any man worth his salt would want to know who the Tyrell Knight had been, and how he could join them to dinner. Maybe, he chuckled to himself. Probably not. But if ever there was a tourney, he knew he wouldn't be amiss to go. He had beaten Viserys Targaryen, the man they said they couldn't unhorse, the dragon himself. That was enough for him, for today....there was feasting, fucking and family to be with. As he trotted Desmedona back into the stable, Ellion had helm on his knees, sighing. He clambered off the horse, Duncan close by, a beaming smile on the young squire's face.
"That was brilliant!"
"I half knew what I was doing. You did well, mate." He said, patting Duncan on the back, as he looked around. He couldn't see Mycheal, well, not around here. The straps were tight inside the armour, it felt like it gripped his every move like a vice, as he gently nodded to Duncan to get around him and loosen the plating around his hip and shoulders a little, breathing out. Bugger, this was fucking hot, he thought to himself. But given that his formal wear was not here, he'd just have to arrive to whatever feast or event there was. He wasn't partaking in the melee, given that...well, let's put it like this. Southerners don't do melees, Targaryens, Northeners, Riverlanders, Valemen, maybe Westerlanders and some weird folk did melees, big grand fights. It had no fucking class, Ellion thought to himself. None of the heart-pacing adrenaline, it was a giant spar with a lot of lower-borns to shove past, and if he wanted that he would go to his uncle, or show Duncan. He had no care for that, not when he knew that when the push came to shove, he'd be able to hold swords with the best in Westeros. A mess of bodies was not a Reachman's place, not to die or get wounded by accident...to think the King was there. It was not his scene, to say the least, though he kept it private to himself, he knew his lack of presence wouldn't be too significant, even if it wouldn't please father.
"You knocked him off his horse, I watched it, it was amazing!" Duncan was still overexited, despite the fact that his wear was showing, he'd lifted about eight lances and ran around a heck of a lot.
Mychael wasn't around, well, not at the moment, as Duncan and Ser Ellion left the stable, the hands feeding the horses sugar and water, the sun still shining down. The Tyrell Knight had his family to go look for, and the clattering of the melee in the distance could already be heard, as sword upon sword came together.
"Viserys fought well. But I knocked him off. This will be a day to remember for you, Duncan. One day, I hope you'll be a jouster too."
"I am sure we can do that. There's no shortage this summer. First batch was a bit off from the Arbor, but once those bloody Redwynes got their act together....beautiful. It is a wonderful isle, Tyrion. Hills laced with vinyards, as far as the eye can see, beyond the towers and fortifications of The Arbor itself. As it turns out, feeding an appetite for wines goes beyond you, Tyrion." He chuckled, as he patted the Hand on his back, a gleeful smile on his face, as he turned back to Alerie once again, down below.
"Alerie....well, she knows what she is doing. I'm her father, and even I know that. Reminds me of my sister really....but alas." He said, sitting up, looking over at the three depart.
"Perhaps she's playing with him then....I remember when she was little, she made two squires fight with each other after she made a promise to both of them, over something silly.... Jaehaerys has a reputation for his kindness, even I know that....and he isn't hurtful. But...she wants a fire. What Alerie wants, it's a mystery sometimes, but I know that girl is bright and won't do anything for it. That....that's the thing. I can't tell where she stops. Perhaps it is best I don't?" Willas added to Sansa, chuckling, as he finished the Arbor. The last part of the comment seemed to imply a deeper understanding of his daughter, well, something that he knew someone like Tyrion would know.
The women of the Tyrell court were the very, very sharpest thorns at play, and even when men such as Willas, and his sons proved to be brave and well-meaning, well-ruling and understanding, the women seemed to have a different play, a sort that gave the pretty rose it's pain, it's absolute reminder that you do not lay your hand along it's stalk or petals without feeling a sharp reminder of it's very nature. Willas knew just like Olenna had been for House Tyrell, that Alerie followed so much in her suit, she could do what she wanted and would accomplish that, no matter what he said, or did. Never to settle for less, but only for something that the Tyrell words gently carried in the wind. Growing Strong....and never letting go of the rightful place of House Tyrell in the Seven Kingdoms. It was not his to do...it was hers, and he was wise enough to know that so long as it didn't get her killed, it was a healthy reaction of the Tyrell women to the very nature of politics and the world.
"Ah, well How is Tom, anyway? It'd be good to see him, I haven't seen him in years. He was barely a lad when I last saw him...though I believe Lady Sansa is right in saying, we all know there's far more merriment to have tonight before we wed away more of our sons and daughters!" Willas asked, an honest question, and he didn't really seem to respond to Tyrion's comment....it was worth considering, a Rose and a Lion, but right now, not at the foremost of his political play in King's Landing. Money had to be balanced, found for this, as well as the logistics of running Seven Kingdoms, under a monarchy that was so absolute, so overwhelmingly powerful, that retaining a need and identity in the face of it all felt difficult at times.
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Alerie giggled, hearing those words from Baela.
"Oooh, another unmarried man? At a wedding? Seven Hells, it's like you're trying to get us wed, Baela!" She smirked, absolutely unable to contain herself, as she kept holding Jaehaerys's hand, knowing how it gently trembled, how he seemed absolutely nervous. He seemed tongue-tied, well, he seemed like he hadn't actually gotten this far, and she knew what a man was like when he was like this. Good at spilling out what he needed to, completely at unrest in some sort of lust, and Alerie knew whatever she might hear, it would be rather entertaining, it'd be a good way to pass the time, while her father sat and talked politics and Arbor, her brother had been unhorsing Knights, and she'd been sitting with little to do. It wasn't all pleasure- after all, hearing sometimes the whispers of what a Targaryen knew, even a cousin of the King and Queen, was always of interest, and sometimes, words slipped, after all.
"I suppose he might. My brother is a bit of a rogue, anyway. Brave as he is, he blushes so much when you put me in front of him, he turns redder than an apple...and I'm used to it, I guess? So it wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable, not at all...you be rogueish, I'll just make you blush all the time." She remarked to the two, as they happened across the gaggle of children, Alerie...well, there was something strange. A motherly trait, even though Alerie had no children of her own, she couldn't help but smile. Especially because they were tidy, clean, and neat, and seemed to remind her of her cousin. She knelt, and looked at them, a particular beam from her golden eyes and her well-beaming smile. Today had been a good day, though Alerie knew that half her smiles were just put on, they at least made it known that Alerie Tyrell was a happy girl, and seemed gregarious and heartily-outgoing.
"Well...I suppose it wouldn't be a big deal, to go there before the fair....shall you show me then, you little rascals?" Alerie at that moment seemed to have some kind of look, she seemed to almost be on their level, and well...it was almost a bond, she seemed to be almost more like an aunt than a distant figure from a distant land, and knew that she might as well, after all. It sold the act better to Jaehaerys...and she did want to go see what a dragon in the flesh really did look like.
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Ellion had headed back towards the tents, and knew that his jousting had finished. He'd beaten Viserys, he'd proven himself, and whilst another Knight was clearing up the rest of the lists, it would be over soon. The top of the world was where he felt, adored, he felt like for everything he'd done, he was here. No real Queen to nominate, Ellion knew he couldn't go any further. He'd had his victory, he'd won what he wanted. A hell of a lot of pride, a hell of a lot of courage that still sat in his lungs, and by seven hells, he knew that any man worth his salt would want to know who the Tyrell Knight had been, and how he could join them to dinner. Maybe, he chuckled to himself. Probably not. But if ever there was a tourney, he knew he wouldn't be amiss to go. He had beaten Viserys Targaryen, the man they said they couldn't unhorse, the dragon himself. That was enough for him, for today....there was feasting, fucking and family to be with. As he trotted Desmedona back into the stable, Ellion had helm on his knees, sighing. He clambered off the horse, Duncan close by, a beaming smile on the young squire's face.
"That was brilliant!"
"I half knew what I was doing. You did well, mate." He said, patting Duncan on the back, as he looked around. He couldn't see Mycheal, well, not around here. The straps were tight inside the armour, it felt like it gripped his every move like a vice, as he gently nodded to Duncan to get around him and loosen the plating around his hip and shoulders a little, breathing out. Bugger, this was fucking hot, he thought to himself. But given that his formal wear was not here, he'd just have to arrive to whatever feast or event there was. He wasn't partaking in the melee, given that...well, let's put it like this. Southerners don't do melees, Targaryens, Northeners, Riverlanders, Valemen, maybe Westerlanders and some weird folk did melees, big grand fights. It had no fucking class, Ellion thought to himself. None of the heart-pacing adrenaline, it was a giant spar with a lot of lower-borns to shove past, and if he wanted that he would go to his uncle, or show Duncan. He had no care for that, not when he knew that when the push came to shove, he'd be able to hold swords with the best in Westeros. A mess of bodies was not a Reachman's place, not to die or get wounded by accident...to think the King was there. It was not his scene, to say the least, though he kept it private to himself, he knew his lack of presence wouldn't be too significant, even if it wouldn't please father.
"You knocked him off his horse, I watched it, it was amazing!" Duncan was still overexited, despite the fact that his wear was showing, he'd lifted about eight lances and ran around a heck of a lot.
Mychael wasn't around, well, not at the moment, as Duncan and Ser Ellion left the stable, the hands feeding the horses sugar and water, the sun still shining down. The Tyrell Knight had his family to go look for, and the clattering of the melee in the distance could already be heard, as sword upon sword came together.
"Viserys fought well. But I knocked him off. This will be a day to remember for you, Duncan. One day, I hope you'll be a jouster too."
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