Post by The Light on Dec 8, 2012 13:51:21 GMT -5
The sun was rising in the horizon when Pod first glimpsed the looming Titan of Braavos. His eyes grew wide, he'd never seen such a majestic structure, this would outrun the Citadel, even the Wall. He felt a deep pain on growing on his guts, in a few days perhaps his life would change completely all he knew would have no meaning, everything would change. He sent his squire to fetch his sister. Then glee filled him, and a wide smile crossed his face.
When she arrived up deck they were already coming near the Titan and now his mightiness could be seen as fit. "What do you want Podri..." She gapped when she saw the giant sculpture looming over them. "Seven save me..." She stood perplexed.
Pod gave a chuckle and jumped to her side. "Isn't it magnificent? This is the lands of our ancestors darling... Don't you feel as if you've already been here before though you never left westeros?" Amused she didn't even answer, only nodded.
And there they stood amazed. Pod felt numb as if he was away, when a hand touched his shoulders. Some time had passed he noticed as soon as he got out of his trance, they were already a port and Sansa was nowhere to be seen. The captain said in his roaring voice. "My lord, your baggages a have been already unloaded. Are you waiting for someone? Or do you want my boys to take'em somewhere?"
"No need of it, tell Lars to put Roose on a leash. Where is Sansa?" He said, still feeling a bit of post trance confusion.
"I'm here, brother" She appeared on the deck with the cat already on a leash. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she didn't give his the opportunity. "Don't worry,not loose enough for him to run, nor tight enough for him to struggle... I know I know" She sighed. "And Lars is already ashore, he said he was going to 'take care of our baggages...' "She chuckled.
"That boy is a bold one... With all those bravos running around, I wonder how didn't he get in..." The captain was telling Pod, when a roar, in a foreign language came from the deck.
Pod grinned. "Too soon for that, Robert" He went to see what was going on. It was exactly what he imagined; probably someone had passed close enough for him to startle the young squire an ld now they were both roaring in different languages for the whole Essos to hear. "Well, it could be worse" Pod sighed.
Baelish interrupted the discussion. "What's going on here, Lars?"
"My lord, this man tried to rob us..." The man behind Pod was still roaring, he made a sign with one hand asking him to wait a minute, he was sure he was going to get punch for that, in fact the man shut up and stood impatiently while Pod talked to Lars.
"Strange choice of clothes for a robber don't you think, Lars?" He pointed the man's colorful tones. The boy gapped. Pod felt a hand touching his shoulders, when he turned to check, came the so expected punch. Pod dozed... "What's going on? I was defending you..." His hand went to his swords pommel. The other man drove his out of it's scabbard and roared some words in Braavosi. At this same time Pod's guards were getting off the ship, when they saw the scene they came wielding their swords in their lords direction. "No..." Pod commanded. "This is not our lands, not our rules, I bet the Sealord won't find this whole shit amusing..."
Pod and the braavosi eyed each other for some moments. Suddenly, a man in red robes got between them, a Red Priest, Pod noticed. A calm soft voice spoke in braavosi with the bravo, the man grumbled turned away and left. Pod looked at the priest slightly surprised, then he went to thank the priest, at least, as best as he could.
"No need to thank me, Podrick..." Said the man with a heavy accent, but not an accent of someone of a foreign land, an accent of someone who lived long far away from his birth place.
Pod gave a throaty laugh. "Who could imagine? Mr. Donal Lynderly, the Red Snake..." He hugged the man as when you hug a long seen grandfather. Sansa stood near them eying them curiously... "Sister let me present you, this is Donal, he is Jon's older brother, he used to visit Baelish Keep when I was younger..." He turned to Donal. "Donal, this is Sansa my sister, if I'm correct the last time we met was when she was born..."
"Holy R'hllor, you are so big..." He kissed her hand. She gave a half bow.
"So, Donal, how did you know we were coming? Don't tell me you saw in those scary flame shit, no offense..." He said grinning.
The man grinned in response. "None take... Yet I must tell you I know why you are here, and I bet you haven't told anyone about it. Anyway, you won't impress the Sealord with that performance..."
Pod gapped. "Well, I didn't expect that... Just one minute..." He turned to his squire. "Go fetch me and lady Sansa a decent horse, and don't get me in anymore trouble..."
"Unnecessary..."Said Donnel. "I've got a boat waiting for you, you know, we don't usually use horse in our strait alleys..."
"Indeed, silly me... let me guess now you'll tell men you also seen in the flames where I'm staying?" He was starting to get annoyed with this.
"No need, the whole city knows that a proud Westerosi lord bought the second biggest manse in Braavos...." He smiled.
Pod saw his sister judging him he knew she'd do that, she hated to spend money. That moment he noticed one thing he never had, he he expected to see the grey green eyes of house Baelish, their pride, their real treasure, the grey green eyes of his ancestors, the eyes that could carve your heart of your chest with a stare, but those were pure ice, those eyes that could skin you alive, those eyes were his mother's, those eyes were of dreadful House Bolton. A small shiver ran up his neck. "Let me guess, you also know that..."
"You have a shadowcat, indeed I know, but it got nothing to do with R'hllor, two reasons: firstly, you'd always been fond of these creatures and..." He gave a chuckle. "I saw your sister handing it to Your squire boy some moments ago, the cat don't seem to be fond of him..."
Pod turned to find the cat biting the boys boots with his poor evolved teeth. Pod laughed. "Donal, mind if we get going? I still got to see the house decoration, finish the payment... You know that kind of bureaucracy..."
The Red Priest nodded and led Pod and his men to a some small gondolas, the rest of the company had theirs hired but Pod's was red decorate with flames, he was starting to find it weird, but he let it pass.
After turning some streets, Donal started talking. "You know, the least you need to do to improve the Sealord is learn a little bit of Braavosi Valyrian and a lot of our costumes, following your problem in the docks, if you ask someone for a minute doing this sign..." Donal raised his forefinger. "Like you did there, is something very polite and right to do in that situation it means something like "I'm trying to solve this, give me one minute..." . Now if you point someone it is considered a one of the most offensive gestures you can make... And for the language, you'll need two things: A book, which I have and I'll give it to you, that contains translations and idiomatic expressions... And a good teacher: that should be me." The man was starting to scare Pod, no one was ever so helpful, but if he was willing to help, every help was welcome. Pod thanked the priest and they continued the travel with some small talk here, some news from distant lands and this kind of thing you talk when you meet an old friend.
"Here it is..." Donal got out of the canoe and helped Sansa out. Pod managed to step out if it on his own, it was a bit difficult including the fact that he had a project of man killing machine squirming on his arms. The manse was really impressive, at first he'd thought that the price that was given him was just because of the good neighborhood near the Sealord's Palace. "You haven't yet seen the inside..." He opened the door, the manse was already furnished with the finest furniture you could find, as he had paid for. It was startling even Roose seemed to be impressed.
"Sansa, I think we are going to spend some good time in here..." He said mechanically without taking his eyes from the magnificence of the marble mockingbirds carved on the stairs.
Donal chuckled. “I’ll need to leave now, the cult will begin in half an hour… I hope someday we’ll meet near a large firepit…” He shooked Pod’s hand and kissed Sansa’s. “Ohh before I leave… Here take it…” Lynderly handed Baelish a small book. “It’s the one I told you about…” He made a bow. “I’ll come back two days now, to help you with your Braavosi and we’ll talk some business… Beware friends for the night is dark and full of terrors.” The priest turned and left.
Business… of course… he wants something… But as long as he gives me a hand... Il fine giustifica i mezzi… This final words came to his head, he had no idea from where it came nor in which language it was but it felt right appropriate. “Sansa, excuse me… I need to start studying this damned language…” He focused his studies for some days on the book. By the time Donal returned he could manage to formulate some sentences.
Pod learns Braavosi (From nothing to Beginner)
Pod’s Observation grows to Novice
When she arrived up deck they were already coming near the Titan and now his mightiness could be seen as fit. "What do you want Podri..." She gapped when she saw the giant sculpture looming over them. "Seven save me..." She stood perplexed.
Pod gave a chuckle and jumped to her side. "Isn't it magnificent? This is the lands of our ancestors darling... Don't you feel as if you've already been here before though you never left westeros?" Amused she didn't even answer, only nodded.
And there they stood amazed. Pod felt numb as if he was away, when a hand touched his shoulders. Some time had passed he noticed as soon as he got out of his trance, they were already a port and Sansa was nowhere to be seen. The captain said in his roaring voice. "My lord, your baggages a have been already unloaded. Are you waiting for someone? Or do you want my boys to take'em somewhere?"
"No need of it, tell Lars to put Roose on a leash. Where is Sansa?" He said, still feeling a bit of post trance confusion.
"I'm here, brother" She appeared on the deck with the cat already on a leash. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she didn't give his the opportunity. "Don't worry,not loose enough for him to run, nor tight enough for him to struggle... I know I know" She sighed. "And Lars is already ashore, he said he was going to 'take care of our baggages...' "She chuckled.
"That boy is a bold one... With all those bravos running around, I wonder how didn't he get in..." The captain was telling Pod, when a roar, in a foreign language came from the deck.
Pod grinned. "Too soon for that, Robert" He went to see what was going on. It was exactly what he imagined; probably someone had passed close enough for him to startle the young squire an ld now they were both roaring in different languages for the whole Essos to hear. "Well, it could be worse" Pod sighed.
Baelish interrupted the discussion. "What's going on here, Lars?"
"My lord, this man tried to rob us..." The man behind Pod was still roaring, he made a sign with one hand asking him to wait a minute, he was sure he was going to get punch for that, in fact the man shut up and stood impatiently while Pod talked to Lars.
"Strange choice of clothes for a robber don't you think, Lars?" He pointed the man's colorful tones. The boy gapped. Pod felt a hand touching his shoulders, when he turned to check, came the so expected punch. Pod dozed... "What's going on? I was defending you..." His hand went to his swords pommel. The other man drove his out of it's scabbard and roared some words in Braavosi. At this same time Pod's guards were getting off the ship, when they saw the scene they came wielding their swords in their lords direction. "No..." Pod commanded. "This is not our lands, not our rules, I bet the Sealord won't find this whole shit amusing..."
Pod and the braavosi eyed each other for some moments. Suddenly, a man in red robes got between them, a Red Priest, Pod noticed. A calm soft voice spoke in braavosi with the bravo, the man grumbled turned away and left. Pod looked at the priest slightly surprised, then he went to thank the priest, at least, as best as he could.
"No need to thank me, Podrick..." Said the man with a heavy accent, but not an accent of someone of a foreign land, an accent of someone who lived long far away from his birth place.
Pod gave a throaty laugh. "Who could imagine? Mr. Donal Lynderly, the Red Snake..." He hugged the man as when you hug a long seen grandfather. Sansa stood near them eying them curiously... "Sister let me present you, this is Donal, he is Jon's older brother, he used to visit Baelish Keep when I was younger..." He turned to Donal. "Donal, this is Sansa my sister, if I'm correct the last time we met was when she was born..."
"Holy R'hllor, you are so big..." He kissed her hand. She gave a half bow.
"So, Donal, how did you know we were coming? Don't tell me you saw in those scary flame shit, no offense..." He said grinning.
The man grinned in response. "None take... Yet I must tell you I know why you are here, and I bet you haven't told anyone about it. Anyway, you won't impress the Sealord with that performance..."
Pod gapped. "Well, I didn't expect that... Just one minute..." He turned to his squire. "Go fetch me and lady Sansa a decent horse, and don't get me in anymore trouble..."
"Unnecessary..."Said Donnel. "I've got a boat waiting for you, you know, we don't usually use horse in our strait alleys..."
"Indeed, silly me... let me guess now you'll tell men you also seen in the flames where I'm staying?" He was starting to get annoyed with this.
"No need, the whole city knows that a proud Westerosi lord bought the second biggest manse in Braavos...." He smiled.
Pod saw his sister judging him he knew she'd do that, she hated to spend money. That moment he noticed one thing he never had, he he expected to see the grey green eyes of house Baelish, their pride, their real treasure, the grey green eyes of his ancestors, the eyes that could carve your heart of your chest with a stare, but those were pure ice, those eyes that could skin you alive, those eyes were his mother's, those eyes were of dreadful House Bolton. A small shiver ran up his neck. "Let me guess, you also know that..."
"You have a shadowcat, indeed I know, but it got nothing to do with R'hllor, two reasons: firstly, you'd always been fond of these creatures and..." He gave a chuckle. "I saw your sister handing it to Your squire boy some moments ago, the cat don't seem to be fond of him..."
Pod turned to find the cat biting the boys boots with his poor evolved teeth. Pod laughed. "Donal, mind if we get going? I still got to see the house decoration, finish the payment... You know that kind of bureaucracy..."
The Red Priest nodded and led Pod and his men to a some small gondolas, the rest of the company had theirs hired but Pod's was red decorate with flames, he was starting to find it weird, but he let it pass.
After turning some streets, Donal started talking. "You know, the least you need to do to improve the Sealord is learn a little bit of Braavosi Valyrian and a lot of our costumes, following your problem in the docks, if you ask someone for a minute doing this sign..." Donal raised his forefinger. "Like you did there, is something very polite and right to do in that situation it means something like "I'm trying to solve this, give me one minute..." . Now if you point someone it is considered a one of the most offensive gestures you can make... And for the language, you'll need two things: A book, which I have and I'll give it to you, that contains translations and idiomatic expressions... And a good teacher: that should be me." The man was starting to scare Pod, no one was ever so helpful, but if he was willing to help, every help was welcome. Pod thanked the priest and they continued the travel with some small talk here, some news from distant lands and this kind of thing you talk when you meet an old friend.
"Here it is..." Donal got out of the canoe and helped Sansa out. Pod managed to step out if it on his own, it was a bit difficult including the fact that he had a project of man killing machine squirming on his arms. The manse was really impressive, at first he'd thought that the price that was given him was just because of the good neighborhood near the Sealord's Palace. "You haven't yet seen the inside..." He opened the door, the manse was already furnished with the finest furniture you could find, as he had paid for. It was startling even Roose seemed to be impressed.
"Sansa, I think we are going to spend some good time in here..." He said mechanically without taking his eyes from the magnificence of the marble mockingbirds carved on the stairs.
Donal chuckled. “I’ll need to leave now, the cult will begin in half an hour… I hope someday we’ll meet near a large firepit…” He shooked Pod’s hand and kissed Sansa’s. “Ohh before I leave… Here take it…” Lynderly handed Baelish a small book. “It’s the one I told you about…” He made a bow. “I’ll come back two days now, to help you with your Braavosi and we’ll talk some business… Beware friends for the night is dark and full of terrors.” The priest turned and left.
Business… of course… he wants something… But as long as he gives me a hand... Il fine giustifica i mezzi… This final words came to his head, he had no idea from where it came nor in which language it was but it felt right appropriate. “Sansa, excuse me… I need to start studying this damned language…” He focused his studies for some days on the book. By the time Donal returned he could manage to formulate some sentences.
Pod learns Braavosi (From nothing to Beginner)
Pod’s Observation grows to Novice