Post #1517212 in A Song of Ice and Fire, a roleplay on RPG

[Bwagh, I'm tired. Isabel tomorrow. >__o

;; Nasrin Cavendish ;;

Nasrin squeezed her friend tightly, a genuine elation streaking through her. “I missed you,” she answered back, smiling and nodding at the members of the Bennett house. “Oh, Rhia…” she took in a breath at the sight of the small baby in its wrappings, the beginnings of a delighted smile tugging at her lips. “He’s darling.” She glanced up at Rhiannon when she said that her son had his father’s eyes—Damon Bennett’s eyes.

She was one of the very few people who knew about Damon and Rhia—and she had no plans of telling anyone about the matter. She was a loyal friend, even if she was hard to befriend. “The Queen’s crypt,” she echoed solemnly, her eyes holding sympathy for the young woman as she placed a hand on her arm. She knew how much she loved her older sister (though Nasrin herself did not hold much love for the dead queen), and was sorry about the death of Queen Morgana.

Nasrin merely nodded silently at Rhiannon’s whispered words about Adelaide and Raban. Though she was their aunt, such words could be interpreted as treason--she herself may not care about what happened when she ran her mouth, but she certainly did not want to see Rhia in trouble. She knew well that she meant well in her words. Nasrin let out a coo despite herself, gently stroking the baby’s cheek when his eyes opened to look at her.

She turned as Adelaide approached, curtsying and moving away with a nod towards Rhia that meant they would speak later, in private. She turned and was surprised to see that Dante was not far off, talking to Mordred. She made her way over to them, crouching down to eye-level with the young boy—he had grown since the last time she had seen him. “Mordred, it’s been a while.” She said to him, easily embracing the boy. “You’re getting taller—you’ll catch up to me soon enough,” she laughed, pulling away and standing once more to look at the Dornishman. “Well, what a coincidence, seeing you again,” she said to Dante, a small smile hovering on her face despite herself. “Do you know each other?” she asked, motioning to Mordred.

She didn't mind seeing him again--she didn't mind at all. She supposed she had a reason to be familiar with him now--they had spoken to him many times, and he had been kind to her. Nasrin wouldn't have admitted it, but she was considering him someone she could trust.

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;; Sirena D'Airelle ;;

To be honest Sirena was having a pretty good time; so far she had flirted with three noblemen and stolen a beauty of a dagger from one of them. She pondered a name for the piece of weaponry—the metal had a soft glow to it, the hilt skillfully carved ivory. Quite exquisite indeed. Sirena admired it in the light, rather satisfied with her loot; after all, she didn’t just steal whatever came under her fingertips, she took what was meaningful.

She decided as she beheld her new dagger, that she would name it Eirlys, for snow. It fit perfectly; the white handle, the near-white glowing blade. She lifted her eyes to see another nobleman pass by with a lady on his arm (on that looked suspiciously like his wife). Sirena swept her lips lightly with her red tongue, her eyes sultry and vividly green—and as expected, the young man stared back at her as if she had hit him over the head with a pole, stopping in his tracks. The woman on his arm glowered at her, trying to tug her husband onwards to their destination.

Sirena, suppressed a laugh and smiled at the man, giving him a little wink before turning on her heel and walking away as if he had not been there at all. She could hear the woman berating her dumbfounded husband and let her lips curl into an amused smirk.

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Ah, morning. It was different without having Ammon (or any man) lying next to her, but it did not bother her. She rolled in the bed, wondering what sort of fun he had hooked himself up into. That blonde man, most likely. She was sure he would come and tell her about his exploits, which she would enjoy thoroughly. She grinned as she fiddled with her newly coveted treasures; two daggers, one bejweled dirk, and one exotic-looking throwing knife—all required in the day before. Staying here definitely had its benefits, and she was going to reap as much of it as she could. And if Ammon was still caught up with his new boytoy, she’d find a rich nobleman to fuck and maybe rob blind.

Oh yes, there was a lot on her agenda today.

Snippet #1517212

located in Westeros, a part of A Song of Ice and Fire, one of the many universes on RPG.

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