[color=yellow][center][h1]A Chance Meeting[/h1][/center][/color]
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The morning of the tournament before the sun was up Gwen was. Mentyr needed to be exercised daily and it was some alone time she enjoyed. She could put her thoughts together before she saw most anyone. She needed that time. With everything that happened last night she wanted some time to process. Without the She Bears.

Gwen had decided that she was not sitting side-saddle today so she wore the tunic and leggings that her family had sent to her. She pulled out a grass green tunic with embroidery. The thin silk was soft and slippery. The embroidery was of little buttery yellow roses, bright blue forget-me-nots and twisting vines that were a shade or two deeper green than the tunic. She grabbed a doeskin vest dyed a soft rich brown. The leggings were a soft buff color and clung to her long legs like a second skin. Her boots were gently worn, their color a brown so deep it was almost black and came up to the bottom of her knee.

Pulling on stockings before the leggings Gwen thought about the night before with Ashton and Arystide. Out of the two of them she had spent more time with Ashton and was going to meet his family this morning. That was exciting and terrifying all at once. Luci and Quinn had grilled her about what she thought of each and reminded her that there were more young men out there. Quinn had even mentioned Prince Aelor. After the rumors going around about Elayne Lothson being seen riding in his lap Gwen was very sure that he would be looking more in that direction rather than at her. She wouldn’t mind having a conversation with him or the Princess but Elayne was surely where he cast his eye for a marriage. It was rather bold but he was a Prince so his boldness was part of his charm.

Quietly pulling on her tunic and vest Gwen gathered her boots, belt and sword in hand. Rather than wake her Aunts she crept out of the room and into the silent hall. Slipping into the boots was almost comical as she attempted to be, if not silent, then quiet about it. She had already put two knives in the inside of her boots but she had to take them out as she put on the boots. Small little hops made almost no sound as she got them on and slipped the knives down the side. Then wrapping her belt around herself she adjusted it to where it felt most comfortable to draw the sword from.

Gwen was not Gryff but could hold her own with the blade. It was very plain looking because the lighter it was for her the better. She had limitations on how long she could wield the blade effectively. It wasn’t a great sword but it was modeled after a water dancer blade and sharp enough that it got the job done. She’d named it Riñnykeā or Lady in High Valyrian.

In the early half light of predawn the hall was nearly pitch black and Gwen struggled into the boots and started to braid her hair quickly. It was a loose braid from the back of the head. It would hold for now, and it was better than having it a snarled mess when she had to arrange her hair later. 

Moving through the hall downstairs to a common room that was dimly lit by a banked fire Gwen smiled at the housemaid as her eyes nearly fell out of her head. [color=PeachPuff]“My Lady ya nearly gave me a fright. What in the name of the Seven are ya wearing men’s clothes fer?"[/color] The plump kind woman nodded at Gwen’s outfit.

Grinning Gwen bantered back with, [color=DCD0FF]“Oh just out riding is all."[/color]

[color=PeachPuff]“Is all she says like it’s a lark!? Ya be careful that the Demon Steed don’t get ya nor those She Bears who took the room across from you."[/color]

[color=DCD0FF]“Whist Mari don’t worry your pretty head. You did like I asked and put the power in the She Bear’s goblets right?"[/color] Mari nodded. [color=DCD0FF]“I’ll be back in an hour or so. Have a bath ready for me? Besides that Demon Steed in the stables is mine. He needs his lady and his exercise."[/color] Gwen snagged a piece of twine from Mari and grinned happily at her as Mari sputtered, crossing herself while Gwen tied up the end of her braid with a wink.

Scampering down to the stables Gwen wasn’t even out of breath when she got there. She hadn’t seen a soul on her way and the sky was just starting to lighten to a charcoal gray. She could hear Mentyr pacing in his stall and the whispers of the stable hands that were trying to calm him.

Gwen coming into the stables made Mentyr knicker like a young colt. [color=DCD0FF]“Miss me did you? You know they call you Demon Steed. One of these days you’re going to be far too interesting to a person of lofty interest and you inevitably will end up disappointing them."[/color]

Mentyr whinnied softly as if to say. [color=Silver]“I care not, for they are not you, my love."[/color]

[color=DCD0FF]“Yes, yes you brute. They’re not me but you need to behave."[/color] Gwen knew she indulged the stallion but she couldn’t help it. She opened the stall door and he stepped out daintily. [color=DCD0FF]“Oh as if sugar wouldn’t melt in your mouth, eh? Keligon."[/color]

Mentyr stopped. She had given the word to stop him. She brushed him down and while he lipped her arms, leg, side and blew on her neck and she giggled he didn’t shift from his spot. Gathered a bridle that was bitless and put it on him. Tossing a saddle blanket over him she smirked and gave another command. [color=DCD0FF]“Obūljagon."[/color] Mentyr knelt smoothly at the command. She affixed the saddle to him and gave another command. [color=DCD0FF]“Sīmonagon."[/color] Rising smoothly he held his head high as she made sure the saddle was fitted properly. [color=DCD0FF]“Obūljarion."[/color] His front half went down and he waited for her to climb on. [color=DCD0FF]“Sīmonagon."[/color] He rose just as smoothly with her on his back as he had with no one on his back. [color=DCD0FF]“Memēbagon."[/color] He daintily danced forward and they were out of the stables.

Laughing Gwen rode hell for leather as she let Mentyr have his head.

Yet she was not the only one out whilst others still slumbered deeply. Another lone figure had risen early this morn, ignoring his guards' wishes for him not to go out alone. They were all such droll bores. But it was not an unusual sight, the young Lord had always been apt to awaken with the sun, leaving behind any warm bodies and thoughts of one too many goblets of wine. He enjoyed moments of solitude far more than he would ever let on, particularly given his late fathers propensity to encourage a near endless stream of guests, each as foolish and brown-nosing as the last. It had been lucky that Highgarden was vast and many did not know of its secret twists & turns. Though he was far from his home now and a tent, even one as extravagant as his own, left much to be desired in ways of entertainment.

His pace had reached a gallop when a sudden flash of white caught his eye. Years of instruction took over and he pulled on the reins, steering his steed in a wide arc, only narrowing avoiding what would have surely been a fatal accident. Hooves cast dirt flying, though thankfully there had not been a heavy rain and he was saved from the worst of it. He pulled back, his eyebrows furrowed as his heels dug gently into his steed's flanks, ceasing her unhappy movements. 

[color=Green]"Calm girl."[/color] Garrett removed a hand from the reins, patting the ebony black mare firmly on her side. The horse responded quickly to his touch but gave a snort of annoyance, front legs stomping irritability against the wet grass, casting dew over its coat. His sharp gaze moved slowly over to the offending party, wondering which fool had decided to ride with such reckless abandon.

Leaning back in his saddle as easily as if he were in the finest chair, he looked the girl up and down. Red of hair but not Tully in her looks, and wearing what many ladies would refuse to ever place against their skin, she was somewhat intriguing, he'd give her that. He wondered if he recognised her, from the Pavilion last night, but there had been oh so many women. It was difficult to recall. A playful smirk played  at the corner of his lips, his own hair lightly dampened by the fading fog of the early morning. [color=Green]"Do you always try to knock people off their horses at such an hour?"[/color] He raised a dark, mocking eyebrow, eyes glimmering, refusing to look away.

Preoccupation and letting Mentyr have his head was a mistake on her part. Gwen knew better and drew up sharply. Mentyr reared and Gwen growled at his juvenile attitude. Turning Mentyr back she brought him under control. [color=DCD0FF]"My apologies. I was preoccupied, which he took advantage of. But you are uninjured as is your animal. So the question begs, do you normally stand in the middle of a field wool gathering so that you cannot hear the world?"[/color]

The raised eyebrow over lavender gray eyes shot the snark back at the man. Her smirk was irreverent and in no way apologetic. He was as much to blame as she was. Handsome men, she was learning, had interesting and varied ideas on how to treat the opposite sex. [color=DCD0FF]"I am ready for your apology now. Unless of course you're not that good of a rider. Then as the superior rider I apologize."[/color]

Garrett steered his mare so they were beside one another, turning to face the woman once more. [color=Green]"I will not be goaded."[/color] He replied, a smile still painting his features. [color=Green]"I am happy for you to believe you are the superior rider, my ego is not so easily bruised."[/color] The lord leant in closer, or at least as close as one could safely do whilst atop a horse. [color=Green]"Though I do not think you could beat me in a race. I am rather wily and prone to cheating."[/color] Spoken with a stern seriousness it was difficult, as ever with the Lord, to tell whether there was any real truth to his words. [color=Green]"It really is an abhorrent habit."[/color] He smirked, feeling no unease in these lightly given confessions. 

Keeping a serious countenance Gwen’s eyes sparkled with laughter at his wit. [color=DCD0FF]"Yes I could immediately place that about you. I said to myself 'There is a man who cheats'. Never play with a cheater, it spoils the game. Besides you have nothing I want. Your pride in tatters, as stunningly breathtaking it would be, I think not. There is no audience to witness your crushing defeat."[/color] 

With little practically imperceptible movements Gwen ordered Mentyr to circle the man and his mare. For Gwen knew that Mentyr would never have let a male horse as close to him. [color=DCD0FF]"Besides that I have nothing you could want. Or were you looking for lessons?"[/color] She had finished circling and was back to where she had started, but closer. They were close enough to have easily reached out and touched the other rider.  

[color=Green]"Hm, that is true, I have vowed to only embarrass myself when in the full view of at least a hundred other people."[/color] He quipped back, idly turning his head to keep her in his sight as her stallion circled him. [color=Green]"It is much too boring otherwise."[/color] His brown eyes glimmered with something darker as she continued to speak, though his countenance remained light. [color=Green]"Oh I would not say that. I'm sure you have plenty to offer. Perhaps a name would be an adequate start?"[/color]

Tossing her head Gwen smirked. [color=DCD0FF]“You would beg a name as your prize? What a funny little man you are. No harm in a name. Alright. To the treeline then."[/color]

Mentyr sprang into a full gallop at the touch of Gwen’s knees. The pounding of his hooves in a steady quick rhythm thrummed through her and she laughed freely. The treeline was, or rather had been a descent 200 yards from their stopping point.

Garretts jaw twitched before he cast after her, leaning into his mare. She was quick, very quick. Not built for war and no good at carrying a heavily armored knight, she was closely related to the sand steeds of Dorne. He had no temptation to let the stranger win simply because she was a lady and he gained on her, mud and broken pieces of hillock cast aside as he closed in. It was a small distance and just as it looked like she might win, he overtook her, pulling on the reins to pull his steed to a halt just past the first row of trees. 

Jumping down, a cocky smile graced his features and he wandered over to her side, holding out his hand. [color=Green]"I believe I am owed a name?"[/color]

Laughing Gwen watched as the little mare put on a burst of speed and outstripped Mentyr. She pulled up and smiled broadly at the man who’d beat her fairly. As he moved to her side she whispered to Mentyr. [color=DCD0FF]“Gīda."[/color]

Mentyr steadied and stilled as the man came near him. He had gotten the look in his eye that he was going to lash out because the man was advancing on his lady love. He snorted as the man held out a hand to Gwen.

Gwen could get off Mentyr but it would require her jumping down exactly where the man was or getting off on the wrong side, which Mentyr wasn’t fond of. Gwen knew he wanted her name but she’d never promised him her name. [color=DCD0FF]“Mentyr."[/color] The steed flicked his ears and nickered softly. [color=DCD0FF]“You have your name, lit-uh stranger."[/color]

Garretts polite visage fell at her continued taunts. He stepped closer, grabbing ahold of her forearm. He paused as if in thought before, with a sudden yank, he had pulled her from Mentyr. 

Gwen tensed as she saw the arrogant smirk fall from the man’s face. She had pushed too far. She felt Mentyr turn to lash out at the man and shouted as the man grabbed her, paused, then yanked. [color=DCD0FF]“Keligon!!"[/color] Her head was turned toward Mentyr who halted as she commanded.

The yank sent Gwen sprawling; she struck chest first into the man and gasped. Unconsciously and out of self preservation her feet had cleared the stirrups so the awkward position that he pulled her to essentially pulled her out of the saddle and on to him. Unfortunately she was off balance and totally reliant on him to stay upright until he let her go. Gwen blushed as she became aware that there was no separation but for their clothes and hers were summer thin. She could feel his body heat and it made her blush more as she realized that he was quite fit. [color=DCD0FF]“Unhand me or you will regret it."[/color]

Holding her against him, the Tyrell seemed rather comfortable with their closeness and made no move to let go. He leant closer, enough so that he could speak quietly into her ear. [color=Green]"Oh don't tempt me so, now I must see what you will do."[/color] He replied, his voice low and tender as if speaking to a lover, though his fingers were tightening around her upper arms. [color=Green]"Perhaps if you tell me your name then I will let go. Or perhaps not..."[/color] Garrett shrugged, [color=Green]"I did already point out that I am apt to cheat."[/color] 

[color=DCD0FF]“Fancy to know the name of the female who undermined your [b][i]manly[/i][/b] riding abilities?"[/color] Gwen flushed angrily and struggled half-heartedly. She didn’t fancy a bruise and she was a little shocked at the words coming out of her mouth. [color=DCD0FF]“Gwendolyn. Now unhand me."[/color] Gwen narrowed her eyes on the man to cover her breathlessness.

[color=Green]"Thank you, [i]Gwendolyn[/i]."[/color] Garrett smiled coldly before letting go, holding up his hands as one would if they were showing they bore no weapons. [color=Green]"But you mistake me. I do not care for my riding abilities, whether I have them or not is inconsequential to me. You are the one who was determined to beat me."[/color] He brushed a hand through his dark locks, shaking some of the moisture away. [color=Green]"I am now simply intent on never telling you [i]my[/i] name. And I do hope you suffer because of it."[/color]

Gwen refused to rub her arms like she wanted to. To soothe? Yes to soothe the touch of the man who handled her with less care than she was used to. She glared at the man as she fought a shiver at his use of her name. It was intimate. [color=DCD0FF]“Did I ask your name? No. I did not. Perhaps you should have your ears checked or mayhaps it is your memory that is going. Besides, why should I suffer because I do not know your name? Believe me I will not."[/color] Her voice sounded husky and different to her own ears even as she gave him as good as he gave her. The excitement kicked up her heartbeat. She did not detest sparing like this; it wasn't really arguing.

He let out a bark of a laugh at her little speech. 
[color=Green]"It would be a blessing for my memory to fail me, for then I would not have to recall this encounter."[/color] He quipped back. Stepping over to his mare, he opened a fine leather satchel on its side, pulling out a ripe green apple. [color=Green]"I am surprised, Gwendolyn Carmyne,"[/color] He spoke as the horse took a large bite from the apple, blowing air through her nose in what one would presume was a gesture of enjoyment. Her last name rolled off his tongue as if he had said it a thousand times before. [color=Green]"I imagined being a ward of the Starks would make one droll and dull in conversation. I am pleased to find it otherwise."[/color]

Gwen froze. He should not know her full name or who she was warded to. She recovered quickly, smirking as she looked him over, letting her eyes study his clothing. The deep rich marron leaning toward brown tunic was studded at the bottom with jewels. Peridot or so it seemed from the light green sparkles. Leather in a warm brown color with buckles that shone brightly in the morning light that was dappled due to being in the tree line. Some of them were open and she was lucky that she hadn’t cut herself on them when she fell. His tunic was open showing his undershirt that was an ivory colored silk and was open as well showing a small portion of his chest. Her focus wandered for an instant as she recalled the heat of him when she had fallen against him. 

Her mouth tightened subtly as she refocused on his clothes. The cut was simple but the cloth was fine, again because she had fallen on him she noticed. His breeches were a deep brown and the weave an excellent fiber. His boots came up over his knee, the leather soft and brown so deep it was nearly black. It may have been simple but it was of excellent materials.

Looking toward his mare Gwen mentally calculated the value of the horseflesh and then the sword at his hip. Raising an eyebrow Gwen circled the man and moved to the mare. Mentyr nickered and snorted, stamping his foot at her giving the mare attention. [color=DCD0FF]“Lyka Mentyr."[/color] Stroking the mare she whispered soothingly to her, a murmur in High Valyrian. [color=DCD0FF]“Rytsas gevie riñnykeā. Ao dakogon raqagon se jelmio."[/color] A liquid string of words that was melodic and hypnotic as she told the mare she was a beautiful lady and ran like the wind. 

[color=DCD0FF]“Nyke daor kesīr naejot kostilus ao."[/color] Was said to the man so that he could hear Gwen as she cast her eye in his direction letting him know that she was not here to please him.

Turning her attention to the man Gwen studied his face. [color=DCD0FF]“Your intimacies with my name and my place in a House not my own are fascinating."[/color] She tapped her chin with a single finger. [color=DCD0FF]“So you are one of three things. Possibly four.."[/color] She ticked off her thumb and first two fingers as she made her next statements. [color=DCD0FF]“An assassin from my Uncle. A scholar who knows house history. Or a lordling that has spies."[/color] She stroked the mare’s nose absently. [color=DCD0FF]“If you were the first, you're a poor assassin. Your clothes and horse are too fine to be a scholar so… a lordling that has spies. Spies that are well informed. Or you could be taken with me. Though that is laughable since you do not know me. No matter how intimate my name sounds coming out of your mouth..."[/color] She looked at the mouth in question and seemed to lose focus then blinked after a heartbeat or two.

Tipping her head Gwen felt the tendrils that had come loose from her braid slide along her neck and shoulders. She fingered the bridle on the mare’s head tracing the pattern of flowers embossed into it. Then she looked at the saddle which had the same embossed work on it. [color=DCD0FF]“Ostentatious in subtlety."[/color] 

Gwen moved to point out the embossing in the saddle and along the bridle. She moved around to touch a lock of his hair. [color=DCD0FF]“Yes, your hair gives you away. Not to mention your subtle wealth."[/color] She let her fingers fall to the collar of his open tunic as she fingered the weave then the silk undershirt a moment before letting her hand fall. [color=DCD0FF]“Never put a puzzle in front of me you do not want to see puzzled out. ‘Growing Strong’ yes… I see… a Tyrell lordling."[/color] She smiled, flashing her dimples; it was that smile that charmed the North. She was mostly unaware of its effect on the opposite sex for it turned her from beautiful to captivating. She just knew that it caught people off guard unaware of why because she was unaware of her own beauty.

Garrett watched her silently, his dark eyes impassive as she picked out details that many others would not want, or be able to see. A glimmer of something flashed across his face when she delicately played with his collar and he was half tempted to grab ahold of her once more. She had done something rare - she had surprised him. Only moments before he had been ready to ignore her and leave, but now she had kindled a small spark of curiosity within him and it was that which made him stay. He was not ready to stop this game [i]quite[/i] yet.

[color=Green]"How very astute. I did think I had dressed subtly but you have caught me out."[/color] He admitted with a wry smile, [color=Green]"I suppose I cannot deny that I am a Tyrell now or it might seem that I am ashamed of myself."[/color] The lord's words were playful as he closed the gap between them once more. As she had done him, he moved a hand to her head, catching a strand of vivid red hair and curling it about his finger. Her height was less than his own and he had to look down to face her when this close. [color=Green]"It is so unusual for a woman to inherit. Though perhaps it is becoming fashionable in the Riverlands?"[/color] He pondered idly, [color=Green]"My maesters think such things are a portent sign but I think they are old fools."[/color]

Opening her mouth to let him know that he had dressed subtly Gwen's eyes widened at him stepping near. Her eyes dilated as his scent teased. A sharp tang of apple crisp, sandalwood, warm leather and man. She almost backed up but stubbornly held her ground. 

Straightening at the inherit comment She blinked and swallowed. He stirred things in her that were half frightening, half exciting and Gwen was a nudge away from listening to that impulse. Her lavender gray eyes flashed with a bit of temper and she adroitly retorted.  [color=DCD0FF]"I do not know why you or your Maester would find this surprising. After all, did the Tyrells not support Rhaenyra's claim? Why should my sex matter if I inherit or not? Do you ask the Seven why you inherited your locks?"[/color] She reached up and caught a soft curl and rested her wrist on the bend of his shoulder and neck. Placing her wrist there she could feel the satiny smoothness of his skin and the beat of his pulse. Conversely, so could he monitor her. She ignored this as she combed her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck.

Gwen's eyes went soft as she envisioned him pulling her closer…

Blinking Gwen brought herself back to the present. Blushing, she removed her hand from his hair and his person. [color=DCD0FF]"And why should you feel they're fools…?"[/color] She let the question hang hoping he'd give his name.

[color=Green]"Because they are."[/color] Garrett replied bluntly, never one to shy from the truth. Or at least what he perceived as true. [color=Green]"I do not believe the Crone knows our fates and guides us, as some of my maesters would like to convince me."[/color] His brows furrowed for the briefest of moments, annoyance spilling over until he quickly reined it back in. [color=Green]"It is natural therefore that I have no qualms with [i]you[/i] inheriting your house. It does not affect me."[/color]  Garrett stepped forwards, the trees closing in behind Gwendolyn and leaving little room in the way of a retreat. He would oh so like to see her ivory skin alight with a blush once more. 

[color=Green]"Unless of course your plan all along has been to woo me in the hopes of a betrothal?"[/color] He grinned wickedly, knowing he was stepping into territory that might be apt to upset her but enjoying it too much to stop. [color=Green]"No...I do not think that was the case, which is lucky for I am awfully selfish and cruel, and I would make for a terrible husband."[/color] A hand came up to rest on the tree trunk behind her, blocking the path to the open field beside them.

He advanced, Gwen retreated… into a tree. His comment about her wooing him made her burst out laughing. Her laugh was not the courtly affectation most women had. Gwen's laugh was pure joy and full of bright bubbly sparkling happiness. She laughed all the more at him saying he was cruel, selfish and would make a terrible husband. She laughed so hard that she thought nothing of leaning her forehead on his chest since she couldn't bend in double. Her arms held her sides as she finally wound down to little giggles. She was flushed and her eyes sparkled and she attempted to cover her mouth.

[color=DCD0FF]"Oh excuse me, I found those last few statements more than uncommonly funny."[/color] Gwen cleared her throat, grinning. [color=DCD0FF]"Me woo you?"[/color] She giggled. [color=DCD0FF]"One moment."[/color] Tipping her head back and sucking a breath in for control; she'd inadvertently shown off her long vulnerable neck, arched her back and pushed her breasts forward. It was but a few seconds then she cleared her throat and returned her sparkling attention back to the man who'd made her laugh. [color=DCD0FF]"I find me wooing you, not knowing your name and yet pursuing you… I cannot get past how hilarious that was but then you said you were selfish, cruel and a terrible husband."[/color] She barely got through the whole thing not laughing. 

Breathing deeply determined to get through the rest of her comment Gwen continued on. [color=DCD0FF]"If you were any of those things that beauty there would not respond to you in such a manner. Her coat would be littered with scars or she would fear your slightest touch. She does not move because you ask her but because it is pleasing to you."[/color] Gwen had abandoned her laughter as she indicated his mare. As she spoke she began to feel a kinship with the mare and it made her feel peculiar. 

Gwen realized how close he was. [color=DCD0FF]"You crowd me. Step back."[/color] She didn't want to sound panicked but she was starting to feel peculiarly warm as if the sun had been high in the sky and she'd been in it for far too long.

The lord seemed momentarily nonplussed by her laughter, staring at her even when she leant her head against his chest, his gaze passing over the fine curves of her body. She was undoubtedly a beautiful woman though she did not appear at all aware of her impact on others. 

It was only when she took a hold of herself that he shook himself out of his reverie. His name nearly slipped from his lips but he stopped as she spoke of his horse, the amusement falling off his face like leaves from an autumn bough. [color=Green]"There is more than one kind of cruelty."[/color] Came his simple answer, though it irritated him that she spoke words which he could not refute. It was true that he saw little use in harming an animal. What purpose would there be to that? Especially when the mare had cost him more gold than most would see in the entire span of their lives. How dare she presume to...no not presume. How dare she read him so well? It infuriated him. And when she asked him to move away his eyes narrowed and for the first time it did not seem like he was simply playing a game. [color=Green]"Make me."[/color] He muttered coldly. 

Gwen blinked then tilted her head. [color=DCD0FF]"I will in a moment, and I cannot say that you will like it. But tell me why you do not wish to."[/color]

Her words were a taunt, one Garrett refused to rise to and though he smiled, it did not reach his eyes.
[color=Green]"Never."[/color] He snapped back before turning on his heel and striding over to his horse, who gave a gentle whinny of greeting. Rubbing a hand against the soft hair atop her nose, he took the reins, making to swing himself back onto the saddle. 

Gwen blinked. [color=DCD0FF]"That was far too easy. By the Seven you swing as hot and cold as we women are purported to do."[/color] She was right behind him. [color=DCD0FF]"For being selfish and cruel you most certainly did not do the one thing you wanted to do this whole time. You'll regret that later."[/color] She stalked away toward where Mentyr had wandered off to. She had no intention of mounting; she was far too keyed up to ride Mentyr without risking his, her own or both their lives.

Frustration welled up inside her. So much frustration she wanted to scream but knew that wouldn't help. No one had ever frustrated, irritated or gotten under her skin more than this Tyrell boy. She turned and in an insulting tone shot at him. [color=DCD0FF]“Ao issi nykeā gevie vala! Sīr gevie ziry ōdrikagon issa naejot daor gīmigon aōha brōzi! ōdria issa!"[/color] Her tone was all fire and blood, however the actual translation was far from an insult. It spoke of him being a beautiful man and that to not know his name hurt her, wounds her. She meant it as a way to vent her frustration with the truth.

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[*]Gwen dresses in men’s clothes that were designed by her family. 
[*]Gwen sneaks out of her room in Summerhall leaving the She Bears in the dust.
[*]Garrett is out riding and enjoying his freedom from the trivialities of life not paying attention and Gwen nearly runs him over due to neither of them paying attention.
[*]The two banter back and forth then race to inside the treeline.
[*]Garrett wins and Gwen tricks him.
[*]Garrett gets annoyed and pulls Gwen from the saddle. Gwen stops Mentyr from lashing out at Garrett.
[*]Gwen surrenders to his manhandling and warns Garrett to unhand her.
[*]Garrett taunts Gwen and she gives it back with her name finally with a warning again.
[*]Garrett lets go and they taunt each other till he drops her full name and what house she is Warded to.
[*]Gwen panics for a moment then begins to evaluate Garrett a bit suspiciously. 
[*]Gwen makes comments in High Valyrian.
[*]Gwen makes observations and puts the puzzle together mostly… and calls Garrett out accusing him of being an assassin, scholar or a lordling with a crush.
[*]Garrett is surprised, which is unusual for him. He taunts Gwen and almost intimidates her.
[*]They taunt one another he backs her up accusing her of attempting to woo him as he stated he was cruel.
[*]Gwen laughs in his face and points out the flaw in his logic then she tells him to back up.
[*]Garrett is a bit stunned and infuriated, telling her to make him back up.
[*]Gwen calls his bluff by simply asking him to tell her why he won’t.
[*]Garrett, frustrated, turns away to leave.
[*]Gwen taunts him and “insults” him.
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