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Weep o'er his hall & not a soul to hear
Have you heard, The Rains of Castamere? You know, then, what became of House Reyne.
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Ava perked up, delighted that Rickard had accepted her proposal so quickly. She had half expected him to laugh, or say something short and disrespectful, but instead he was ... encouraging. Ava could gracefully deal with the most discourteous and distasteful of men, but certainly, she preferred their rarer counterparts. As she grew older, it became easier to identify what a good man was. Ava attributed this to living alongside her adoptive father and brother. Ava had always had two examples of what good men had ought to be like. “Thank you. When can we start?”
“I wouldn’t say you’re transparent, but I
noticed how you went straight to the
personal questions.” He shrugged,
offering a small smile in return as he
looked over the sword now in back in
his possession.”It does make sense and
I will train you to use a sword. Then we’ll
see if you want to learn the bow.”
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Ava considered her options. Attacking him didn’t seem ... very wise, or appealing. While he was one of the only Lannisters she might be able to harm without a weapon, he also stood at the height of a child, which made the notion of harming him distasteful, to her. Of course, desperate people did do distasteful things, so she wouldn’t wholly abandon the option.
She might also plead with him, but Ava was quick to dismiss this recourse. Pride wasn’t a live, and vicious thing inside of her, but it did claw at her side every now and again. So she wouldn’t beg or gravel and lose her wits, wouldn’t give him all the power and hope for the best.
No, she supposed, and looked down dejectedly. I suppose all there is to do now is to speak. “Confinement does not suit me,” She said, and almost casually, inspected her arms and hands for injury. Ava was totally fine. “Either that, or the daring feat was performed to impress you, my Lord.”
Tyrion didn’t really understood the whole fuss. Someone they thought to be dead, of some House that had VANISHED and no longer of importance had survived. So what? She wasn’t a Targaryen. She wasn’t a THREAT. Perhaps Tyrion was the only one who still had common sense. At least the girl wasn’t thrown into the dungeons alongside the scum of the capital. She was treated well in one of the upper chambers and that was all Tyrion knew about the matter.
It wasn’t usual for ladies to be hanging from his windows. The obvious cry of pain had caught his attention and he had been frowning at the open window and watched as the blonde female fell upon his chamber floors.
“Um— my lady?” he asked, titling his head to the side in a questioning way. “Quite the performance, I must say. But WHY?”
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“A bit transparent, am I?” With a few more practiced strokes, the sword was polished to Ava’s liking. She slid it toward him so that he might inspect it. “No, I’d prefer to fight with a sword. A sword can be ... more a part of someone, than an arrow can be. At least, that’s the feeling I’ve gotten. Does it make sense to you?”
“I could tell.” Rickard replied, giving off a
slight snort of a laugh as arms remained
crossed.”No, I wouldn’t assume you lost
all courtesy.” It was added before he heard
the answer to his questions, arms unfolding
as he looked down at his sword and reached
for it.”Everyone assumes pure strength comes
from wielding a blade, it’s not entirely true. It
helps, but just because you are smaller and
not a man doesn’t mean you can’t wield a
sword like one or better. You’re probably
quicker than I am, just an assumption but
it’ll help. But you can stick to a bow if you
wish. I know both very well.”
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𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝓎𝓃𝑒 ?
“You should have consulted the Reynes. They might have warned you
how the Lannisters deal with betrayal.”
“There are no Reynes.”
“My point precisely.”
Who’s to say a little Lady Reyne didn’t slip through the Lannister’s f i n g e r s ?
Meet Ava, a blacksmith���s daughter, a wit, a beauty, a lion. She is the granddaughter of Tion Lannister and Ellyn Reyne, and certainly, her history is a bloodied one.
>> A V A A M E L I A R E Y N E <<
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She huffed a short laugh, “I appreciate that.”
Ava considered his response, and him, before speaking again. The Starks were such a prominent and wealthy family, their education on the other houses and their history was sure to be extensive. Of course, Ava just so happened to be in search of that sort of information. “If that’s true, I wonder if you wouldn’t mind speaking with me, if only for a short time. They speak freely of the Starks and how honorable they are, so I’ve no qualms with telling you: I’m a descendent of the House Reyne. Have you heard of that House?”
there was a small flicker of doubt that crossed robb’s mind at her being able to take care of herself. he didn’t voice it though. he could only think of arya or his aunt lyanna. they could take care of themselves and those they’d call enemies held them. “i do not plan to give you trouble.”
“worry not, i do not mind.”
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“Oh, I know,” Ava said with a little nod and grin. “That’s why I decided to ask the intrusive questions right from the beginning. I usually wait at least half a day before starting with those. Courtesy isn’t an entirely foreign concept, to me.”
She tilted her head. “I prefer swords. However, seeing as I’m at already at such a disadvantage against any man who knows how to wield one, I’d be better off choosing a bow, wouldn’t I be?”
“I suppose you’re right, though in my line of
work it is better to have a bad character.”
Rickard replied with a small nod, understanding
just what she meant but it may have been a bit
different in his experience. That was what he
expected, however, the question to train her
how to wield a weapon properly. Adjusting
his stance, he gave a small tilt of his head
as he thought about his answer.”Alright,
suppose I agree with train you to wield a
weapon, what would you pick? A sword
or a bow?”
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- name: Katie
- gender/pronouns : Female, I suppose. She/her.
- height : 5′1″.
- favourite color : Red, light orange, most blues & greens.
- time right now : 16:04.
- average hours of sleep : Mm, I’ve been good lately. 7-8.
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- favourite fictional character : I don’t have a favourite.
- fav books : Ulysses, The Grapes of Wrath, The Sound and the Fury.
- fav musician : Chopin.
- numbers of followers : 44, I think.
- when did you create your blog : June?
- have you got any other rp blogs : Not currently.
- why did you choose your url : It’s just her name, with ‘X’ used in place of the vowels in her first name.
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@antlerddoe said: She also v v v cute A+++
Isn’t she just \o/ !?
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I’m not used at all to having an indie rp blog... I can’t tell if I’m doing it right
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Sooooo my new ooc mascot will be Judy Hopps from Zootopia, because tbh she is basically exactly like me
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“But your character is tested every day,” Ava told him, and not without cheek. She flashed a wide, and harmless grin. He could make no mistake, she hoped, as she finished with polishing his weapon. She wasn’t the sort who didn’t challenge and make fun, which was strange, in this day and age. Especially, in the dynamic of a young woman and a stranger. “I want to leave Barrowton. On my own, mind you, and I am not unaware that that notion might be a stupid one. Still, so far, I haven’t been able to dissuade myself. So, what do you say, mostly-good-and-always-trustworthy Rickard? Can you be persuaded to teach me how to wield a weapon properly? I would pay you, of course.”
Rickard waited to speak, letting her
process just what he had said. He
was honest, usually was, which most
didn’t appreciate when they asked his
opinion or thought on a subject. “I didn’t
expect to have my character tested today.”
He began to reply.”But if you want to know
if I’m worthy of trust, I am. It has to be earned
but trust is something I value.”
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