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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 12:35:03 GMT -5
Manderly's toast went up, filling and circulating the room as the other guests. Lorraine raised her glass as well. They approved her, it seemed, and she no longer worried for her future as the Lady of the North.
Lorraine got up, tugging on Lord Stark's hands. "Come, let's dance!" She said excitedly as the fiddlers began anew.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 12:46:02 GMT -5
Firmin was no master dancer but he enjoyed it, earlier he'd seen a the widow of the late Lord Dustin, perhaps of his own age, he found her beatiful, he decided to go after her and invite the lady to a dance.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 26, 2012 13:07:40 GMT -5
Wilhelm gets dragged out to the dance floor against his will. He laughs and begins dancing with Lorraine following her, he had no idea how to do it so she probably needed to show him.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 13:28:13 GMT -5
"You're terrible at this!" She laughed, having to take the lead and show him how it was done. It was still all good fun, especially as the musicians began to play faster.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 26, 2012 13:34:57 GMT -5
"I do not dance" He said looking to her with a frown but continuing with a wink.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 13:40:34 GMT -5
Firmin was no master dancer but he enjoyed it, earlier he'd seen a the widow of the late Lord Dustin, perhaps of his own age, he found her beatiful, he decided to go after her and invite the lady to a dance. Lady Dustin looked at him without smile or frown, standing up and taking his hand without a word. As they danced around the room, the widow proved to be surprisingly light on her feet, spinning and fluttering with impressive grace, though her mind was obviously not on her partner. She continued to remain silent as the music played, her eyes staring at a particular corner of the room. |
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 13:42:12 GMT -5
"Then why did you let me drag you out here if you don't dance?" She giggled and wrapped her arms around him. "Humoring your old wife already."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 13:43:05 GMT -5
"My lady...It's an honor to have this dance with you..." He said trying to break the ice.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 13:48:10 GMT -5
Her stare over his shoulder didn't break. "The honor is mine, My Lord." She spoke in a monotone, with obviously empty courtesy. As they circled around, Firmin noticed that Lady Dustin had been glaring at where The Greyjoys were sitting.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 26, 2012 13:48:31 GMT -5
The Mature widow curtsied. "Hello Ser, It would be an honor." Taking his hand with a smile.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 13:50:00 GMT -5
OOC: Darkness, I already posted as Dustin.  |
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 13:57:48 GMT -5
"No need to call me Lord, my lady..." He tried to say it in a relaxed tone. After some more turns and passes he finally takes a better look at the Ironborn. "Pardon me, is something wrong? Have you lost something?"
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 14:03:02 GMT -5
Dustin's eyes flamed up and her demeanor cracked. Her face narrowed. "Yes. My husband." She spoke with anger, hands clenched, nails digging into Firmin's skin.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 26, 2012 14:04:15 GMT -5
He laughed as she embraced him. "Of course my love," He teases kissing her in the middle of the floor not giving a damn about their affections.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 14:05:40 GMT -5
Now he understood not everything but even a half whit could get it. "Can I do something for you? Would you like a glass of water?" He said, trying to calm her down.
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