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Post by The Gambler on Jul 31, 2016 19:15:57 GMT
"And how is it you think those dozen silk dresses would be paid for?" he asked, with a teasing chuckle.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 31, 2016 19:25:51 GMT
"Oh," she said airily. "My husband would pay for them, of course. It would be his duty to do so. But if I ever had land in my own name I'd sell it to buy dresses." Her expression turned wistful. "It makes no matter though, I don't even have one silk dress...yet. But I will. One day."
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Post by Barley on Jul 31, 2016 22:13:52 GMT
"Not at all," Saesha replied, smiling at Lord mEdgar, wondering why the use of the Maester a few times, "men get hurt training from time to time of course, it has been over a month since we were given the place." It wasn't technically a lie. "Accidents happen"
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Post by The Gambler on Aug 1, 2016 3:01:56 GMT
"That they do, especially at Harrenhal it seemed. Lord Lothston was always speaking of accidents as well," Lord Tully recalled. "But when you build a keep on slave labor and then have it put to flame, I suppose these things are to be expected." He cut into a bit of the charred flesh of the trout to the flaky meat beneath. "I hear you are quite the engineer, Lady Saesha. My son fancies himself one as well now. Extended the range of our trebuchets a good 50 yards." "Oh," she said airily. "My husband would pay for them, of course. It would be his duty to do so. But if I ever had land in my own name I'd sell it to buy dresses." Her expression turned wistful. "It makes no matter though, I don't even have one silk dress...yet. But I will. One day." Tristan's mouth hung open a bit at the remark that she would sell land, the most valuable commodity in the medieval world, for something as frivolous as dresses. He opened his mouth to respond, but had nothing. Much like his sister, rather than spending his formative years courting women and dancing, he had spend it behind walls being bombarded every day. This was not his area of expertise. "Yes...well I am certain the dresses will come. Your brother is now one of the wealthiest lords on the continent," he responded, before turning at his father's mention of him, turning a bit red at the praise.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Aug 1, 2016 3:41:02 GMT
Belric's eyes widened as Medgar inquired further about his families injuries. He was happy to have his mouth full, and to have Saesha save the conversation with her smooth wit. Trying to save face, he just smiled at his wife and nodded.
"A new home always comes with a few surprises." Confirmed Belric.
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Post by Barley on Aug 1, 2016 17:46:37 GMT
"Oh really, from whom could you have heard such a thing?" Saesha asked with a soft smile, taking a bite of fish and eating it delicately.
She turned her mismatched eyes from the Lord onto the boy, "Perhaps after you show my charming good sister the Godswood, we could compare notes on the topic, I meet so few people with my enthusiasm for the art."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Aug 1, 2016 17:53:07 GMT
""Yes...well I am certain the dresses will come. Your brother is now one of the wealthiest lords on the continent," he responded, before turning at his father's mention of him, turning a bit red at the praise. Violet was rather surprised. Aside from the secret treasure that nobody was supposed to know about (and Violet was confident that Tristan Tully had no possible way to know about it!) she was not at all sure that Belric could by any means be considered wealthy. And besides, he had a castle to repair. And like most soldiers, she suspected her brother didn't know how important it was for a lady to dress prettily. However, it seemed unwise to pursue the matter now, so she said only "I'm sure you're right" and turned instead to Lysa Tully. "Lady Lysa, may I ask where you got your dress from? It's quite ravishing!"
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Post by The Gambler on Aug 2, 2016 4:42:52 GMT
"The men on the receiving end of your engines," Lord Medgar quipped in answer to Saesha. "Maester Raymus says in his treatises that it is a science, but then again, he also says there is a natural beauty in mathematics," Tristan replied, interest piqued, much more than it had been during the talk of dresses. Violet was rather surprised. Aside from the secret treasure that nobody was supposed to know about (and Violet was confident that Tristan Tully had no possible way to know about it!) she was not at all sure that Belric could by any means be considered wealthy. And besides, he had a castle to repair. And like most soldiers, she suspected her brother didn't know how important it was for a lady to dress prettily. However, it seemed unwise to pursue the matter now, so she said only "I'm sure you're right" and turned instead to Lysa Tully. "Lady Lysa, may I ask where you got your dress from? It's quite ravishing!" It is fairly common knowledge that Harrenhal is one of the wealthiest lordships in Westeros and a lord that doesn't know what his vassals made in taxes would hardly be worthy of the title. "I can hardly remember," Lysa replied, with a bored sigh, barely deigning to give Violet a passing glance. "Besides, it is likely 4 years out of fashion by now," she added, with a note of bitterness.
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Post by Barley on Aug 2, 2016 13:12:08 GMT
"Evidently they were not good enough," she replied, smiling turning from soft to match both their sentiments.
She turned her attention back to the Lords son. "It depends on how you define art and science, in that it involves skill, imagination, creativity, I see it as an art. The same with non martial engineering. Look at your own keep, the creativity involved in even thinking of the idea of placing it where it is, giving it the defences it has, the work of both a genius and an eccentric. I think architecture can be incredibly beautiful."
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Post by The Gambler on Aug 2, 2016 16:27:25 GMT
If Saesha knew how much was left of some of those men, she would likely think differently.
The heir to Riverrun leaned in with rapt interest now, clearly grateful for someone to speak of these matters with, even if it was a woman that had likely designed some of the instruments used to fling projectiles over the walls of his home. In a world filled with men who seemed to think war was won with brute rather than brains and utility did not allow for beauty, it was refreshing to find someone of like mind.
"I cannot argue with you there, my lady. As some of the towers need to be replaced, I have actually been proposing to father a novel star design to the crenellations rather than the usual square or round towers, which I judge will create more overlapping fields of fire and less dead zones in the defenses, with the added benefit of also being more aesthetically appealing." He talked excitedly of his work, showing his youth.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Aug 2, 2016 18:24:00 GMT
It is fairly common knowledge that Harrenhal is one of the wealthiest lordships in Westeros and a lord that doesn't know what his vassals made in taxes would hardly be worthy of the title. "I can hardly remember," Lysa replied, with a bored sigh, barely deigning to give Violet a passing glance. "Besides, it is likely 4 years out of fashion by now," she added, with a note of bitterness. Violet winced at the woman's lack of interest. She so wanted to make a friend outside of the family. "Oh, but now the war is over, surely you can go shopping again for new gowns. I expect fashion didn't matter so much for a few years, anyway. I was hoping you might be able to recommend a good local seamstress. I'm in need of new gowns myself."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Aug 2, 2016 19:22:26 GMT
"When will you be leaving for King's Landing, my Lord?" Belric interjected.
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Post by The Gambler on Aug 2, 2016 19:33:04 GMT
It is fairly common knowledge that Harrenhal is one of the wealthiest lordships in Westeros and a lord that doesn't know what his vassals made in taxes would hardly be worthy of the title. "I can hardly remember," Lysa replied, with a bored sigh, barely deigning to give Violet a passing glance. "Besides, it is likely 4 years out of fashion by now," she added, with a note of bitterness. Violet winced at the woman's lack of interest. She so wanted to make a friend outside of the family. "Oh, but now the war is over, surely you can go shopping again for new gowns. I expect fashion didn't matter so much for a few years, anyway. I was hoping you might be able to recommend a good local seamstress. I'm in need of new gowns myself." "If father ever lets me venture out passed the walls," she replied, earning a warning glance from Medgar. "I would, but the castle seamstress starved to death in the third year of the siege, shortly after her husband took a crossbow bolt to the eye. She was devoted to her task until the end though, kept taking her gown in and taking her gown in as she withered away to skin and bones."
"That's enough, Lysa," Medgar intoned, not raising his voice in the slightest, countenance losing its genial glow. Lysa held his gaze for a moment, considering a retort as rebellious teenagers tend to, but eventually lowered her eyes and remained silent.
"When will you be leaving for King's Landing, my Lord?" Belric interjected.
His affable nature did not return as he turned his gaze to Belric.
"Excuse me?" he inquired, though he had clearly heard the question.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Aug 2, 2016 19:44:42 GMT
"King's Landing, m'lord," said Belric cautiously. "I assume you will be making the trip to meet with King Daemon. It would be an honor to host you during your travels through the Gods Eye, and repay your hospitality."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Aug 2, 2016 19:53:46 GMT
"If father ever lets me venture out passed the walls," she replied, earning a warning glance from Medgar. "I would, but the castle seamstress starved to death in the third year of the siege, shortly after her husband took a crossbow bolt to the eye. She was devoted to her task until the end though, kept taking her gown in and taking her gown in as she withered away to skin and bones." "That's enough, Lysa," Medgar intoned, not raising his voice in the slightest, countenance losing its genial glow. Lysa held his gaze for a moment, considering a retort as rebellious teenagers tend to, but eventually lowered her eyes and remained silent. Violet gritted her teeth for an instant, because she had felt the most absurd desire to giggle at Lysa's imagery of the obsessive seamstress. When she was able to control herself in a manner befitting a lady, she said "That is a sad tale, truly. But there is small danger now, surely? We both need new gowns, surely we could visit the nearest town that houses a suitable seamstress? I am sure your father could not possibly object to such a project."
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