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@tarlydickons
ofpriiide:
‘ certainly, and they all must have their own reasons, ’ she acknowledged evenly, ‘ but i was asking after yours, my lord. ’
“Perhaps I wished for a change of scenery. The greens of the Reach can become rather bland after nine-and-ten years,” he said with a grin.
asher-forrester:
“a sound logic as any, and a great deal more enjoyable than just walking.” asher chuckled. oh the little lordlings and their codes and honours. “sometimes i allow them a punch in occasionally just to keep things interesting. and who’s to say i get into senseless drunken brawls? one of the many lessons i’ve learned from essos little lord: if you’re good at something, never do it for free. you let the patrons put in bets first– then you get into a drunken brawl.”
“Some sound advice, if I have ever heard any.” Dickon laughed, shaking his head. He could not claim to ever have been in a drunken brawl; sports and games with friends, yes, but never a clumsy figh after too much ale or wine. “Don’t fight unless you’re getting paid, something I ought to take to heart.”
serolyvar:
“i suppose it is,” he said. it hadn’t felt like long. to olyvar, it seemed as though just yesterday he was fetching things for robb, saddling his horses and making sure his armor was polished. “i meant,” he clarified, “what brings this particular southern lord so far north?”
“The North is where peace can be found during these times.” Dickon shrugged his shoulders. There were many reasons he found himself so far north, so far from home; grateful it was not as north nor as far as his brother. “As well, we must obey our father’s wishes, must we not?”
intransigcnt:
laughter, THICK AND HEADY, like the sweet mead they all consume, like the snows that fall in the northern states. “ you believe you can harm me ?? ” she taunts, smiles widening as she shook her head. “ lady is terribly unneeded, my lord. ”
“There is always the possibility of one being harmed in a duel, and I doubt it would be me.” He could feel a smile on the corner of his mouth at the girl’s taunting. “Does the North not hold to titles?”
intransigcnt:
* OPEN // STARTER !!
though she BLENDED easily with the populous of winterfell, the young mormont stood among the few that CAUGHT your eye without a thought. refusal, even at her age now, to surround herself in pretty dresses and jewels was obvious. SHE WAS A BEAR, A FIGHTER, THROUGH AND THROUGH. breeches slung low on hips with a wicked grin on her lips as the pommel of the sword touch her fingertips. “ so, you’re scared of losing to a girl ?? ”
“No, my lady.” Dickon gave a slight bow of his head to the girl. “I just have no wish to harm a lady.” The women of the North were fierce things, especially the women of Bear Island. The little time he had been in the North, he had learnt that. “It would be rather unchivalrous.”
nolongerporcelain:
The turning of her head, auburn tresses shifting to partially obscure her face and the smile courting her lower expression. “There is some fashion in Northern dress already, ser.” Once, Sansa had not thought so. A girl moonstruck by Southron fashions and tales. “Many fabrics must be imported from the south. An extravagance not many choose.” A sigh slipped loose from Sansa’s mouth. She did not miss the cruelty of King’s Landing, but there had been beauty there, and it was that she missed. “But I must be boring you?” Of course, she was, talking about fabrics and fashion of all things. Silly, stupid, girl. “Tell me, apart from the cold, how are you finding the North, ser?”
“Do you not have the ability to choose extravagance, princess?” The woman’s expression and sigh showed more that she told. He had heard the girl had been in the capital for a while, a captive of the Lannisters. “You’re not boring me at all.” He gave her a smile. “The North is... Very welcoming. I am taking to it more than I expected to.”
ladymeerareed:
“Tarly is a southern house? No wonder you are so cold. We don’t leave our home very often.”
“Yes, from the Reach. Quite a different climate than here. Where exactly do the Reeds hail from? My memory is escaping me.”
serolyvar:
Olyvar gave a slow nod. “I’ve been by Robb’s side since I was a boy, just after he was named King,” he explained. “And you? What brings a southern lord so far north?”
“That’s a fair bit of time.” The Tarlys had not backed Robb, but rather Renly Baratheon before his death. “There are many southern men here in these days.”
ladymeerareed:
“How very gentle of you.” She said as he smiled back at her. Men could be so proud. “I don’t think we’ve meet Sir, I’m Meera Reed.”
"I'm Dickon Tarly, my lady. I do not believe I have ever met a Reed before."
nolongerporcelain:
“We learned how to properly dress for the cold… Unfortunately, dressing for warmth oft means not doing so for fashion. You would do well with some proper Northern attire, my lord. The Southron idea of it is not quite so effective.”
“Perhaps fashion can be incorporated into Northern dress. Is the Northern not just more fabric in darker colours?”
willas--tyrell:
“All those Northern men know how to properly dress for winter.” Willas raised a brow, his lips pursed slightly. “You are quite under dressed, I’m afraid.”
“Yes, I seem to be in need of another three cloaks and eight pairs of socks.” He gave a small grin. “Even with all the layers possible, I still don’t know how they would be warm enough.”
ofpriiide:
‘ hard-headed until the end, aren’t they ? but tell me, ser, if you’re not from here, what are you doing so far north ? ’
“There are a lot of reasons for a Southerner to be here at the moment. There are plenty of people from the Reach in Winterfell these days.”
ladymeerareed:
“You make it sound crazy but people have lived here for longer than you’ve been alive.” She smiled up at him. “You certain?”
“I could never take a woman’s clothing, even if I had need of it. I wouldn’t have you being cold in my stead.” He gave her a smile in return. “I promise I won’t freeze in this moment, my lady.”
jorellexmormont:
❝ a fair compromise, i’d say. ❞
jorelle grinned && opened her arms as if to present the north.
❝ well, we have snow. lots of it. ❞
the northerner gave an amused snort && shook her head.
❝ the north may not have the most fertile land, but we’re honest && hard-working. i’m sure many people would say that of their region but you’re here now && you’ll see soon enough what i mean. ❞
“Fertile land is what feeds honest and hard-working people.” He shrugged his shoulders. “The north is such a harsh land, I believe it would take any that does not work hard to survive.”
jorellexmormont:
❝ it’s in our blood, lord dickon. i’m not sure we’d fare very well down in the reach, though. i’ve heard it said it’s nice there in the summer? ❞
“While we Reachmen freeze here, I think you Northerners would melt in the Reach.” Dickon gave a light laugh. “Yes, we have very lovely summers. Warm enough to grow fruit without a glass garden.”
serolyvar:
Olyvar chuckled. “I do not think I would so quickly be regarded as a northman, my lord. I come from the Twins, barely North and barely South.”
“Still, that’s more north than I’m used to.” Dickon smiled to the man as he spoke. “And you have probably spent more time here then I have.”
“I know you are there, I can hear you behind me.” Willas raised a brow, lowering his book, not bothering to turn to look at the person standing behind him.
“I wasn’t trying to sneak, my lord.” He thought his heavy footsteps were enough to warn someone of his presence, and he had done nothing to quiet them. “Nor interrupt.”
