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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Oct 26, 2018 16:53:49 GMT 1
[FYI you and anyone else present can roll an awareness test TN 17 to try to determine whether or not the tears are real]
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Oct 27, 2018 2:05:15 GMT 1
“What do you...” he doesn’t get to finish, neither does his hand reach her shoulder to comfort before Ashara runs away. Struck dumb, Titus looks around at the onlookers with wide-eyes confusion. “I don’t - I didnt...” in defence for an accusation he doesn’t understand.
“My Lady?” he calls out and persues her but too late. Wherever Lady Ashara went she had no desire to be found, lest not by him. Whilst not the actual Labyrinth, the gardens and parks of Highgarden where series of mazes in themselves and Titus soon finds himself fruitlessly searching in the darkness, lit only by some distant torches and even more distant heavens.
Giving up his search he heads back to the Green Yard, trying to understand what it might have been that he said or did that caused her such distress. He did not know Ashara well, or barely at all but he cared for her. For all her appearant strength and pride there was something else, something much softer, something that needed protecting. Something he didn’t fully understood. Perhaps she is lonely too?
Returning to the Green Yard he again catches the radiant violet eyes of Lady Daena and as she effortlessly throws him a carefree smile he rejoins the festivities.
To Titus, there is no such thing as fake tears! Happy to oblige if anyone want to react of what happened, either with Titus or just by them self. If not that’s /scene for me.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 29, 2018 15:06:42 GMT 1
Roland was not sharp enough to determine whether Ashara's tears were real or some mummer's trick, and naturally assumed the maiden was naturally distressed. He moved to seek out his nephew, suggesting he console his betrothed. Alicent's presence had banished envy, and Abelar had rekindled his sense of personal duty towards his younger family members, despite his revulsion at Lady Cordwayner and Normyn Flowers' treachery. When Ser Titus returned from his fruitless search, Roland moved to reassure him. "Dornish passions run hot and cold Ser Titus, I hope naught ill passed between you and my nephew's wife to be." D8 In the pale moonlight Awareness: 3d6 11
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