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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jun 6, 2019 13:12:11 GMT 1
Lynesse was caught off guard by the line of questioning, "Lord Karl still leads my house, in name at least, and I expect word any day that Eustace's ill-care has hastened his death. His heir is my brother Kyle, and then myself. Then comes my three Dornish Uncles, Sirs Eustace, Sandor, and Rhys. After them... she paused tracing it out in her memory, "My mother's kin, the Blackbriars, beginning with Lord Jon, and after they, The Hightowers and Blackmonts through my Grandfather's first and second wives respectively. My Grandfather had no brothers, and so there are no near-cousins to support the family line beyond the five living Daverhyl men," three of whom lacked one man's honour between them.
This leaves the Blackbriars, who have hosted me in Gyldenhaal, The Hightowers, who a riven with indecision and regency, and the Blackmonts, who are likely to pursue my uncle's interests at the expense of my own. A sorry state of affairs, though one that could ripen with time, she noted hopefully. I do not see the succession giving the Blackbriars more reason to aid my cause than they already have. But should Eustace be removed, and a more suitable regent installed, I would see my brother surrounded by knights and advisors of proven mettle such that he had no need of other houses to see to family affairs
What did you have in mind Ser Trystane? I had not thought the inheritance relevant after the youngest of my Uncles.
As we both have 2 bonus dice in charm, our relative dispositions increase by 2, in Lynesse's case this will be from 1 to 3, making her amiable toward Trystane in future intrigues.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 6, 2019 23:47:40 GMT 1
"Ah, I see. That makes more sense now. Forgive me. I had an incomplete understanding of your family. I had been under the impression that Eustace had already secured his position as head of the House. Thank you for the clarification. I asked because I like solving problems and helping those in need, and your problem is one I would like to help with. I'm trying to learn enough to figure out a way to do so that the gods would approve of."
He knows there is likely no way to deal with Eustace that is even remotely morally sound, but she need not know that is what he really thinks.
Same for Trystane. +2 takes him to Amiable.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jun 10, 2019 7:47:14 GMT 1
"You are kind to take an interest Ser Trystane. I fear there may be no simple cure for my virulent uncle. I shall continue to seek favour with whoever assumes the Hightower regency, as I have a general understanding of Oldtown and am kin to them. I think the more you learn of my Uncle, the more you see that his departure would be met with general approval from the gods, I'm sure," whatever the method, though she would not say this.
He has competed in the tourney here at Whitewalls, but has been eliminated. I consider it unlikely he would take part in the melee, as he often leaves such matters for his brother Sandor, who would stand for him in any matter of honour. Still, the melee itself is likely to be a dangerous affair with the likes of Wildfyre and Ser Rennifer taking part, let alone the Brackens and Blackwoods. Such a thing may create an opening I can only pray the gods see fit to make use of, and set matters to right.
With Ser Sandor likely to take part in the melee, there was every chance he would not be immediately able to stand for his brother if a challenge were issued soon afterward, leaving Ser Eustace possibly exposed in the aftermath to an unexpected challenger, if one would choose to make use of the opening.
"Still, the gods have knowledge and wisdom we lack. Perhaps such an opening shall not appear, or perhaps they hold back their judgement for reasons we can never guess at. If such is the case, then I shall meditate and pray further on the matter."
Though her tone was not at all dismissive, and she seemed to be enjoying Trystane's company, there was a sense that she had said and alluded to as much as she was likely to at such an early stage with an unproven acquaintance. She smiled and took another sip of wine, the thick dragon-embossed tome lying forgotten on the table behind her.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 10, 2019 16:24:59 GMT 1
"If there are opportunities to improve your situation, may the Gods guide us to them," he says in agreement, tilting his wine glass slightly towards her in salute before taking a sip.
The subject of Lynesse's uncles seems to have reached its natural conclusion, so he nods over her shoulder to the book he had noticed upon entering the tent.
"I am curious about your book over there. The dragon on the cover is quite artful. What knowledge does it contain?"
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jun 15, 2019 2:05:26 GMT 1
"Oh, is it not quite ornate? It's more of a curiosity than a subject of serious inquiry." She reads from its first page, "An Account of the Legislative and Administrative decisions and discussions of the Small Council Meetings of the Conquerer's Rule, volume four of sixteen, by Maester Rupert."
'I had heard that someone had paid in advance for twenty copies to be manufactured by the scribes of Oldtown, and wondered what the fuss might be about. Such work is rather expensive after all."
"And yet for all that it is a rather dull tome, full of decisions that were almost made, or not quite made, or were made for very obvious reasons, in generations long past."
"But of course you must feel a personal connection when someone carts about your family sigil as though it were their own. I apologise if I have given offence, I should have had it stowed when I first heard you arrived," she acknowledges seriously, closing the front cover carefully, and letting her long slender fingers trace over the Ddragon-embossed cover as she does.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 15, 2019 2:28:20 GMT 1
"You gave no offence at all, my lady," he begins, giving her a genuine smile. "If anything, I feel somewhat shamed that I have no such tomes in my tent. I suppose trying to be recognised on my own merit has led me to be rather lax in delving much into the history of my father's family. Or my mother's, for that matter. I was not the most studious of boys, growing up. Perhaps I ought to remedy that. A man cannot rely on his physical abilities forever, after all. Would you suggest I try to read these particular books?"
He let his own fingertips trace the embossed sigil for a moment, before turning his gaze back to Lynesse.
"Or are there more exciting volumes you would recommend?"
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jun 26, 2019 8:46:12 GMT 1
"I can offer you little in the way of literary commendations, not least because I would not have you think me bookish Ser Trystane", Lynesse remarked with a coy smikle "such things are generally best left to the Maesters, who bend their will, their minds, and eventually their own crooked spines to the task."
"I found myself more drawn to the act of a mass-production of texts so profoundly out of date. It made me think of it as more of a political act than a scholarly one. Perhaps you can make more headway than I, though I would not mean to imply you do not have many more years of relying on your physical abilities ahead of you." She reaches for the tome, hefting it with some degree of difficulty in one hand, and offering it to him as a parting gift.
[Sorry for the extremely tardy response]
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 26, 2019 19:04:58 GMT 1
[Quite alright. There is no rush anyway.]
"A pity. I like a woman with a fierce intellect," Trystane chuckles softly, the briefest glint of mischief in his eyes. Whether the momentary brush of his fingertips over hers as he accepts the book is deliberate or accidental is open to interpretation, as his gaze has already moved to the book's cover again.
"It does sound like whomever made the reproductions wanted the book's message spread, whatever that may be. A tome with a story in more ways than one. Intriguing."
He smiles as he feels its heft in his hands, then looks back to Lynesse.
"Are you sure? I would not want to deprive you of it if it is valuable to you, or indeed if you have yet to finish it."
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jul 9, 2019 12:04:51 GMT 1
Lynesse’s cheeks pinken slightly at Trystane’s attention. She would have to end this meeting soon lest the knight think she had grown too fond of him. Before she *did* grow too fond of him.
“I am quite done with it, I assure you,” she nods decisively. Whatever purpose lies behind its reproduction eludes me and I shall have to content myself by returning to my more immediate affairs. If you do stumble across the heart of the matter so let me know. An unsolved puzzle such as this is like a loose bit of string hanging from a garment.”
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 9, 2019 18:49:12 GMT 1
The slight blush in Lynesse's face quickens Trystane's heart a little, and it pleases him that he's created the effect. No matter that she quickly moves on. A common distraction tactic of women when they are embarrassed or flustered. If anything, it's a good sign.
That's ever such a pretty flush on her cheeks though. Must be sure to bring it out again next time.
"Very well. I shall have a little tug on the thread myself and see what unravels," he says with a crooked smile, his mind conjuring up images of unravelling a different garment altogether.
"Just out of curiosity, is this the sort of book you most like to read? Or does my lady also enjoy more expressive works? I already know you are a graceful dancer, so I am curious if it is the training of convention that makes it so, or if you have an interest in the arts. And do not worry about appearing bookish. I'm not here to judge."
He looks into her eyes then, with a soft intent, trying to convey that she is safe to speak freely to him.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jul 11, 2019 2:51:44 GMT 1
“Lady Hightower’s court in Oldtown is second only to the Tyrells in terms of the training and raising up of young maids to cleave to the virtues and talents of our forbears. And perhaps the Queens court, though I have never been. I enjoy the arts Trystane. I enjoy song and poetry, dance and ballad. I enjoy the works of history more than most, and most of all when we can see the beating human heart behind those ancient timeworn stories. Perhaps when things are more settled, we much enjoy such a pastime together.”
“But come, I have kept you far too long for such a knight, who has many demands in his time at a tourney such as this.” Lynesse adopted the tone indicating that she considered their time together to be drawing to a close, in part because she had already shared with him far more than she intended, and did not wish to compromise herself further.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 12, 2019 2:07:23 GMT 1
"Good to know. And I should be delighted to share in the expressive arts with you sometime in the future, Lady Lynesse."
He gives her a parting bow.
"Until we meet again. I do hope you like the iris, my lady. Its beauty may be ephemeral, but my esteem for you is evergreen," he says smoothly.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jul 16, 2019 5:12:39 GMT 1
Lynesse smiled to him a little uncertainly, as he esteemed his own feelings above her beauty. Well-intentioned, she supposed.
"Thank you again for coming to see my Trystane, I look forward to seeing more of your gallantry on the field."
After he departed she took a final sip from her cup. That one, she decided, could be trouble.
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