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[silverhound]

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How come I have to have a "silver turd" and a "blind dude" as roommates? They both suck!
Who came up with this idea? This is stupid.

Might kick them out. They're too noisy.

Does anyone even like their roommates? Mine are annoying. Let's do a trade.

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[northborn]

[ He hesitates to correct her, but attacks from all sides and the exhaustion of a day or more's worth of arguments that have more often than not come to blows have taken their toll on him. It's little wonder he deigned to intervene in this post to begin with. ]

Your Grace, I wore a crown in death, as you do in life. And Theon Greyjoy bore a similar, if lesser, title - though he enjoyed it not, so far from home.

I cannot refute your claims that our feud may be unbecoming of our rank in present company. That much, for my part, I will endeavor to shield you and others from in future.

[jelmazmo]

( When last they'd met, her guard had been lowered. Now, as in the first, there is an undercurrent of tension, of unease in her. She cannot afford to trust those whom had turned upon her father and brother.

But she spoke true with Theon, and so she finds herself unable to offer too harsh a rebuttal. )

I know little and less of it, from having been told the same. Your kin once bent the knee to my forebearer. That much, I am aware of.

( She absolutely feels a sense of ownership and right to those lands that have ceased to be. They straddle an odd precipice where they can't forget their past in a place where it no longer holds any weight. )

It is as unbecoming as it is a danger to you. You should reveal nothing to those you don't know. I accept your concession.

And thank you.

[northborn]

[ It had been at least a marginally revealing evening. To learn she was last in an alliance with a Lannister, of all things, over goblets of wine — his scope of reality had, indeed, been altered. But not by much. They hadn't let each other come to know true secrets.

In the moment, he's glad of it. ]

True enough. Before your kin spirited away with mine, and too much blood was spilt. Enough that my own father could not bear to speak of it.

Some kingdoms are too vast for one crown, and one head to bear the weight of it.

[jelmazmo]

( And she is just as glad and relieved in equal measure for that simple fact. It would be most unwise to lower her guard with anyone unfamiliar to her, no matter if they be from the realm of her birth. )

I would not unduly spill any blood. No matter if we were here or back at home. I ask you not to lay my father's sins upon the shoulders of a daughter who was born long after his death.

Are they? The Valyrian Freehold had their empire until the Doom came.

[northborn]

I will endeavor to remember not every apple falls perilously close to the tree, Your Grace.

[ A pause, and then: ]

The Doom did come, did it not?

[jelmazmo]

Then I will do no less than attempt the same, my lord.

( Dryly: )

Just as you say winter shall, apparently.