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Post by Thaddeus Levalle on Aug 5, 2019 1:14:35 GMT 1
Chronologically takes place after the Joust Final but before The Melee and Thaddeus' duel with Quentin.
A good thing about knights, at least the good ones, was that they all aspired to be better. That meant that it was usually fairly simple to find them. The training grounds of Whitewalls where vast and impressive. Not as vast and impressive as those of Highgarden mind, but much more so when compared to the The Tear and it was here Thaddeus sought out Ser Aerion Flowers, natural born son of The Unworthy, full-brother of Lady Laena and as of yesterday, the second-best jouster at Whitewalls. Nothing wrong with being second best, as long as one recognises that that's what it is, second.
His visit wasn't as much part of some dubious scheme, as people tended to assume when a Levalle showed up anywhere, as he was simply curious of the man. Great Bastards had a tendency the shape the world around them and Aerion stood out as a sore thumb amongst his siblings as he seemed to possess a most peculiar trait; honour.
And Thaddeus liked to make friends, especially with peculiar people.
He patiently waits on the side, carving off small pieces of an apple as he casually observes the knights in training until a moment between sparring sessions presents itself.
"Fine form, ser! I shall make note of keeping to the opposite side of the field come tomorrow."
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Post by Aerion Flowers on Sept 2, 2019 17:24:54 GMT 1
Aerion wiped the sweat from his brow and took in a deep breath of air, just having landed a solid blow on his opponent. "Patience, Tommen. You rush to every opening without thinking if it was left for you on purpose." he chastises his squire not for the first time that day. He wouldn't let him know that the boy's growth in skill was surprising even to him. Better to stay humble than allow one's head to swell too big for their helm.
At the sound of Ser Thaddeus's voice, he gives the man a quick glance. Judging that the man is looking for more than offering passing praise, he instructs Tommen to take five minutes for water and then to run through his form drills. "Yes. Again." He then walks over to Thaddeus, making only a short detour to grab a drink from a water skin sitting in the shade.
"Ser Thaddeus." Aerion very rarely skipped the tradition of greeting someone by their proper title. He found not only was it polite, most people were more friendly. After all, it was nice to be recognized.
"I have heard tales of your wisdom. Clearly they weren't untrue!" he says jokingly. Although the Levalle's have a poor reputation, Aerion firmly believed each man made their own path. Would Thaddeus prove to be just like his father Lord Alliser, or perhaps Ser Parmen had more influence on the young knight than many allowed themselves to believe?
"Would you care to go a round?" he asks casually while taking another sip from his waterskin. Him being tired from sparring already might even give an edge to the Heir.
Want to do an intrigue?
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