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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Her recent inactivity was unacceptable. Disgraceful.


    She, personally, could not believe that she had let herself slip into such a state but was making amends to fixing it, starting out by merely wandering the twisting streets of King's Landing. She inhabited her dragon body as she so, her great wings occasionally stretching to their full span when she came across large enough courtyards. Malaella did not exactly know what she was doing, but was simply going with it. She had grown to become immensely bored in the past few days.


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    "What are you up to, dear sister?" she asked, striding over confidently. The female wasn't really doing anything either. Looking up at the dragoness she sighed again. Damn. She really needed to get one if this dragon bodies, didn't she? The lioness seemed to be one of the few.
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    April would also be there, awaiting an answer from the question and would give a dip of her head in greeting.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 23pt; letter-spacing: -1px; float: left; WIDTH: 250PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Lucerys Targaryen[/fancypost][b] westeros - general - powers tags - battle tags[hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Lucerys Targaryen was in King's Landing that day, watching as the noblepeople and peasants alike scurried around the city. Spotting first, his half-sister Malaella Targaryen and then his younger half-sister Lorica Targaryen, the pale grey dragon approached, appearing behind April Tyrell. "Good day," he greeted them all in a polite tone, pale wings folded at his sides. He came to stand beside his sisters.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]The day in King's Landing had begun quite lazily; Fleur had been able to watch merchants placing new items on display to sell with sleepiness whilst residents had been slowly joining the crowd with heavy steps — it seemed the sun rays were not enough to wake them all up on that specific day. Fleur, too, being a resident in King's Landing due to her long Houseless state, which did not seem to change any time soon, was amongst the sea of people. Her notable green optics were landing on the stalls and on the items with interest — maybe she could purchase a necklace to replace it with the current one she carried around her neck.


    The oval obsidian stone was perfectly cut, framed with iron — why was it not silver? — and it dangled right in the middle of her chest as if it had been adjusted only for her. It was something her past had gifted — the only item she had since her birth. The necklace was majestic yet haunted — something about its aura was unsettling. It was far from being pure; it seemed as if it could hold secrets within. Maybe it bore a story which Fleur was not aware of, but she hadn't questioned it before. Only thing she cared about was to get rid of it as soon as it was possible. Maybe she could sell the piece that was a part of her past, but an urge was holding her back. She did not fully want to lose her last fictional connection to her roots.


    Upon spotting Malaella, Lucerys, April and Lorica, the ebony feline put on a lopsided — unharmful yet not so friendly — smile as she padded closer. She hadn't seen such a group in a while in King's Landing and it certainly piqued her interest. "Hello ladies and gentleman, care to share what brought you here today? "


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    "Lucerys, April, Fleur..." she greeted each one with a slight smile, even less friendly looking R than Fleur's. "Nothing much, I have just been looking around for anything worth a coin..." Lorica replied easily. A crowd had formed and she didn't mind.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"Dearest brother, sister, Fleur, April," she would greet evenly in response, a nonchalant gaze sliding over each of their individual faces. Had there not been members of other households there, she would of contemplated a smile, but for now, her features would continue to resemble the ice that she so expertly created. [color=plum]"I often find myself in King's Landing looking for something to do. I can never seem to find anything of interest though," Malaella answered, her attention falling upon Fleur, [color=plum]"But I suppose I can ask you the same thing?"


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    Oliver padded over and smiled. "[color=green]Ever tried archery?    " he asked, half jokingly.


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    n. a tragedy by william shakespeare; legendary roman military hero; high king of westeros

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    [justify][font=trebuchet ms] Coriolanus noticed a group assembling and made his way over. They were bored? Westeros did seem to hit a roadblock after the competition. Perhaps he could help? "I have many suggestions, if anyone's up for them," The sleipnir called as he approached, "Archery's always good, the market's open, exploring, racing... There's lots to do if you can get creative."
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    "I enjoy swimming." the white female would offer. It wasn't much, but hey she had fun when swimming. As long as the water isn't too cold, it could be pretty relaxing as well.




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