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valarr shall be nursing a sore head full of wine i shall wager .ᐟ

lord, an empty chair between him and the other. no more than a nod of a greeting, he held a steady head. “ valarr said you are to stay with us ‘til autumn. ” not a question in words yet eyes plead the case of such question. * @braefyre

peeling back drapes of the black pavilion, head bowed. hardly difficult to spot, eyes settled upon the b͟r͟i͟g͟h͟t͟f͟l͟a͟m͟e͟ with a strained sort of grimace. table the cousin sat at emptying of others, matarys stole a seat from a departing

you should not speak of him in such a way. he is my blood, after all, he shall not be dishonoured. no matter of be is worthy of it. raymun, the fossoway squire .ᐣ what of him .ᐣ

thinking too great of the implication.

another gasp for air, the youngest shook his head with a frustrated groan. “ he brings out the very worst in me — the mad cousin. vile and monstrous. i wish he should fall from his horse and endure a silence. ” words leaving lips without

of his father. so remarkably similar to valarr’s, it could quite be his he stared upon. “ i do not wish to speak of it. a childish matter that i should not feel so — het about. ” he murmured, breath depleting the act of pretence calm.

such a thing. face flushed all the more with the hand upon his shoulder, matarys gave a shake of his head, eyes scrubbed harshly with his left palm, ridding himself of the gleam of guileless tears. his head raised, eyes settle upon those

matarys felt a terrible shame for the lapse in his usually fair composure. it made the entirety of everything that little bit worse. he did not wish to be an angry man and throw things like an impetuous child. perhaps some might call him

𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 /ˈ𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦ɪ𝘯(𝘥)ʒə/ 𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳. 𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙧𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠

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worry for .ᐣ ”

if aerion truly respected valarr. perhaps nor did aerion. he had not torn the other limb from limb perhaps out of respect, or the simple fact kin should not do so to kin. “ brother — do you mean to say it is mine i should

heard in the small hours of the eve after the days competition was done. adrenaline and contentment with careful performances of structured violence to satiate. eyes following the brother as he stood, a silent judgement cast. he did not know

his mood entirely soured, matarys wished he had not spoken to valarr so soon in his day. sleep deprived drivel and the effective declaration of a summer of madness was not something he favoured. he may have handled it better, if he had

entirety of the long summer months under his unsettling eye. you believe it bodes well .ᐣ i do not. i believe he shall try to tear you in half and call it a matched pleasure. ” fingers now crippling the fork again, absentmindedly.

horseback than he was to ever garner respect from aerion. the sun in the sky would freeze before such a time. “ does he hold such a respect for you .ᐣ ” matarys murmured, fingers finding the edges of the fork. “ you shall spend the

the crooked fork was taken then swiftly straightened and replaced, matarys let a frown rest across his features. perhaps the elder was not actually in fact very wise. the seven surely would be more likely to come to settle the tourney on

head bowed, matarys found his minded wandering from valarr’s often irritatingly wise seeming words. again, he pondered, was he truly wise or had he learnt to be eloquent in saying little .. ﹖ a pause — he was astute. head only lifting as

﹙ it’s not a very good year for her is it. or the everyone else.