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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 29, 2012 20:48:39 GMT -5
This roadway connects the River Gate of King's Landing to Highgarden, and eventually Oldtown.
Ser Cedric Tarly, his family, and a small retinue of guards waited on the opposite bank of the River Gate, just past the harbor. He waits for Ser Hightower and his squire.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 29, 2012 20:58:29 GMT -5
Arthur rode up on his destrier, Aym on the palfrey he was bought. Two wooden sword dangled from his saddle. "Don't mind the boy, tired from the beating I gave him. I'm ready to set off."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 29, 2012 21:01:11 GMT -5
Aymery made a sour face. "Don't forget to count your own bruises, Arthur." He nodded his head in acknowledgement of Ser Cedric. "Are we going now?"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 29, 2012 21:02:06 GMT -5
"Very well then." Ser Cedric was riding the snow-white courser that he had riden during the tourney. The black destrier was bridled to one of the guard's horses, which it followed. To the retinue, Ser Cedric said, "Let's move!"
"How do you like being a squire, Aymery?"
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 29, 2012 21:05:23 GMT -5
Aymery nudged his horse to move along more quickly. She was a good horse. He patted her neck in appreciation.
To Cedric, Aymery shrugged. "I like it well enough. Better than being back home. I think I'll do well and learn a few things...unless this one kills me first." He gestured to Hightower.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 29, 2012 21:06:55 GMT -5
"Always a possibility." It was hard to tell if the knight was making a jest, or was just grim today. It was almost like the knight was a different person, his charming demeanor replaced by a scowl.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 29, 2012 21:13:18 GMT -5
"Nonsense, boy, I wouldn't kill you. I'd have small set of new armor and no one to fill it." he spurred his horse and turned to Cedric. "So tell me about Horn Hill, I haven't been there since I was a wee kid."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 29, 2012 21:13:20 GMT -5
Aymery noticed a scowl on Cedric's face. "What happened to you, Ser Cedric? You seem upset. Not wanting to leave Kings Landing?"
He looked at Hightower and frowned. "I'm not that small. I'm only six inches shorter than you...and you're a damn giant compared to most folks."
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 29, 2012 21:20:07 GMT -5
"Horn Hill is the same as it has always been. Trees, game, dirt. It's all the same. When did you last visit? I do not think I was there."
Thinking about whether to answer the squire, he simply said, "I do not like the length of this road."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 29, 2012 21:26:16 GMT -5
"I was but a babe at my mother's breast, Cedric, my brother no older than five. It was a long time ago. Bah, the Road isn't fine, but the people are great. The Fassoways have the sweetest girls, I mean apples." he smiled slyly
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 29, 2012 21:29:58 GMT -5
"Ah, that would explain it then, Ser. I would have been only two or three at the time. You are right, the Reach definitely has the finest lasses in Westeros. The weather is perfect for ... bringing out the best in them, I suppose."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 29, 2012 21:41:09 GMT -5
Aymery colored merely thinking about girls. "Are there...lots of girls in the Reach?"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 29, 2012 21:44:20 GMT -5
"More than you can shake a stick at, and the weather is perfect for sundresses."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 29, 2012 21:49:50 GMT -5
"Shaking a stick? I've been there before!" Arthur boomed.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 29, 2012 21:51:24 GMT -5
Aymery was used to pleasant climes, but hard sea winds that whipped and tangled one's hair. He wondered just how much more pleasant the Reach could be. He pictured beautiful girls, hair in curls, in dresses of thin muslin. "Why should you threaten poor girls like that, Arthur?" he said, oblivious.
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