Meanwhile Aemon will enjoy being in a monogamous marriage.
Lucky ducky.
Oops I totally meant dragon. Lol.
I'm actually tempted to have Taria just watch and laugh inwardly at the drama.
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Lucky ducky.
Oops I totally meant dragon. Lol.
I'm actually tempted to have Taria just watch and laugh inwardly at the drama.
Well this is hilarious xD
May the charmiest charmer win?
May the charmiest charmer win?
@Greenie
This would potentially work with Ellion. Potentially. Not sure, but as sweet as it is between Ellion/Merebelle, I feel I'd be betraying a little of what I intended, or at least, it *could* happen at some point far further down the line.
If you're bored, have him come by the Tyrell grounds, potential collab? I'll be heading off btw later this week coming, then completely the week after to Switzerland.
:'D Well even if it's not for intimacy, I'd be glad for Taria to make a friend, chum up with somebody. So either way I'd be glad to have them interact.
By the Tyrell grounds, you mean in King's Landing, right? I could have her wandering about. Although I do have to go out today, possibly to see a movie (YAY LEGO BATMAN!!) but otherwise I'm totally game in a collab!
(also I accidentally read Switzerland and Swaziland lol)
@Greenie@MrDidact
Working now.
I'd want to do a little of Ellion and Taria meeting perhaps in the Stepstones Campaign, I can imagine they'd be really fwiendly. Ooooor, he'd just want to have sex with her at some point. I mean, that comes after a while, but I mean, would she fall head over heels for a pretty boy?
They could be friendly, I'm totally not averse :D
Taria's not averse to canoodling (lol), although she's not really a fall in love type, at least not right away. She's bordering demiromantic.
Posted! Sorry it's a little short o.o'
"Well that makes quite a bit of sense," Lian replied after Johan told her about his knowledge of supernatural creatures. Perhaps he knew more about Senlin's kind then? It would certainly be useful if she read a book or two by the gentleman. Most books she had read were fiction rather than fact. Perhaps she would be able to ask for a copy, or maybe there was a library nearby.
All that was for later of course, as she quieted to hear his thoughts about their current objective, the case they had been assigned to solve. She listened intently, taking notes in her mind at his observation. It was true, the village they were in was perfect to stage an abduction and keep it quiet. The forest offered many hiding places to someone determined enough. An animal attack seemed even more obvious if one continued with the 'forest equals danger' point of view.
That sort of thinking, however, could very well be what a kidnapper could be banking on. "I feel that perhaps the Mayor may know more than he was letting on," she murmured after a moment. "But I don't think it would be worth questioning him... I'm sure others would have already, and a person questioned too much will become irritable. The villagers, however, may have more information. I also wonder if such cases have taken place before or not..." Her voice trailed to a pause.
@DepressedSoviet
All that was for later of course, as she quieted to hear his thoughts about their current objective, the case they had been assigned to solve. She listened intently, taking notes in her mind at his observation. It was true, the village they were in was perfect to stage an abduction and keep it quiet. The forest offered many hiding places to someone determined enough. An animal attack seemed even more obvious if one continued with the 'forest equals danger' point of view.
That sort of thinking, however, could very well be what a kidnapper could be banking on. "I feel that perhaps the Mayor may know more than he was letting on," she murmured after a moment. "But I don't think it would be worth questioning him... I'm sure others would have already, and a person questioned too much will become irritable. The villagers, however, may have more information. I also wonder if such cases have taken place before or not..." Her voice trailed to a pause.
@DepressedSoviet
I'm very interested! I've just been sick the last two weeks and still recovering a bit. But I will have a reply up today ^^
Posted ^_^ Taria's gone shopping :P
Quiet as ever, Taria made sure to take note of those who were coming on the Stepstones mission, or quest as she favoured to call it in her mind. They seemed worthier than her, with names and armour and looks. She wondered how they were at sea? Granted she wasn't the best or even close to it, but she had found her sea legs years ago. Maybe once she was on an actual ship, she would find them again. At least, that's the hope that was building within her. Having the Greyjoy name was certainly proving to help her confidence, even if it had just been a little while.
Her eyes had returned to the King and Queen just in time to see Danaerys look her way. Despite herself, she felt warm at being acknowledged. A petty thing, perhaps, to those who were used to it, but not so for Taria. She had to form her words in her mind before speaking up, not wanting to stumble in her speech and look like an idiot in front of the Mother of Dragons.
"Your words do me more honour than I deserve," she replied, managing to keep her hands loose despite wanting to curl in nervousness. "I- I'm the one who is truly honoured, your Majesty. I hope to be useful when the time comes." She bowed her head, thankful that her hair managed to hide the flush she could feel growing on her cheeks. She hoped she hadn't sounded silly, and for goodness' sake, she really hoped she addressed the Mother of Dragons as she was supposed to.
Taria lifted her head and once more followed the conversation that wasn't necessarily directed to her but to the mission she would be embarking on, including looking over the fellow who had barged in. Well, it seemed he would be joining their mission as well. She could understand that this would be a larger group that she had ever travelled with. Certainly an experience she wouldn't be forgetting soon.
Once they had been dismissed by the king, Taria decided it was high time to leave. However, even as she left the castle and headed in the direction of the inn she stayed at, she couldn't forget his final words. For soon, the war begins. She had been much too young when the previous War took place, though if she dug in the recesses of her memory, she could remember one thing, being very cold. This, however, was different. It wasn't as sizeable, perhaps, but she was to partake in this, for better or for worse.
Although they wouldn't be leaving right away, she decided it was never too late to see what equipment she had. Taria had always made do with little to nothing, not because she was ascetic or anything of the sort; it was just easier to move when all there was to carry could be put on one's person.
She gave a nod to the innkeeper as she made her way up the stairs to the room she had hired for the last few months. This particular inn was kind enough to give her free meals if she helped with various chores. The symbiotic relationship seemed to work so far, enough that they greeted and even made small talk on occasions. As she entered her room, Taria vaguely wondered if she would be missed here once she left. If the mission was a success and she returned, she very much doubted she would stay here, in King's Landing. Or even Westeros for that matter.
As she gathered all the money she had hidden securely in her room, she decided she may as well spend on buying a worthwhile sword and perhaps some sturdier clothes, perhaps some boiled leather armour. A small chuckle escaped her as she shook her head. "The idiot runaway is going to join a legion of warriors. Seven Hells, this is madness." And yet, that didn't stop her from leaving the inn in search of better equipment. If she was to die, she could make it a little difficult for the enemy, at least!
Her eyes had returned to the King and Queen just in time to see Danaerys look her way. Despite herself, she felt warm at being acknowledged. A petty thing, perhaps, to those who were used to it, but not so for Taria. She had to form her words in her mind before speaking up, not wanting to stumble in her speech and look like an idiot in front of the Mother of Dragons.
"Your words do me more honour than I deserve," she replied, managing to keep her hands loose despite wanting to curl in nervousness. "I- I'm the one who is truly honoured, your Majesty. I hope to be useful when the time comes." She bowed her head, thankful that her hair managed to hide the flush she could feel growing on her cheeks. She hoped she hadn't sounded silly, and for goodness' sake, she really hoped she addressed the Mother of Dragons as she was supposed to.
Taria lifted her head and once more followed the conversation that wasn't necessarily directed to her but to the mission she would be embarking on, including looking over the fellow who had barged in. Well, it seemed he would be joining their mission as well. She could understand that this would be a larger group that she had ever travelled with. Certainly an experience she wouldn't be forgetting soon.
Once they had been dismissed by the king, Taria decided it was high time to leave. However, even as she left the castle and headed in the direction of the inn she stayed at, she couldn't forget his final words. For soon, the war begins. She had been much too young when the previous War took place, though if she dug in the recesses of her memory, she could remember one thing, being very cold. This, however, was different. It wasn't as sizeable, perhaps, but she was to partake in this, for better or for worse.
Although they wouldn't be leaving right away, she decided it was never too late to see what equipment she had. Taria had always made do with little to nothing, not because she was ascetic or anything of the sort; it was just easier to move when all there was to carry could be put on one's person.
She gave a nod to the innkeeper as she made her way up the stairs to the room she had hired for the last few months. This particular inn was kind enough to give her free meals if she helped with various chores. The symbiotic relationship seemed to work so far, enough that they greeted and even made small talk on occasions. As she entered her room, Taria vaguely wondered if she would be missed here once she left. If the mission was a success and she returned, she very much doubted she would stay here, in King's Landing. Or even Westeros for that matter.
As she gathered all the money she had hidden securely in her room, she decided she may as well spend on buying a worthwhile sword and perhaps some sturdier clothes, perhaps some boiled leather armour. A small chuckle escaped her as she shook her head. "The idiot runaway is going to join a legion of warriors. Seven Hells, this is madness." And yet, that didn't stop her from leaving the inn in search of better equipment. If she was to die, she could make it a little difficult for the enemy, at least!
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