[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]"I don't blame you." murmured Driscoll with a slight huff; he hated hot weather. "I recommend the Fingers, if you're looking for a good place."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Driscoll had never attempted to wield a sword - or any other kind of weapon. He'd always believed that the weapons he'd been born with - teeth and claws - were superior to any manmade object. But perhaps it was time to be proved wrong. The Arryn Squire strode over, calling, "I shall participate, sir!"
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Driscoll had not had much interaction with Laertes, but he was aware that she'd recently lost her father, who she had not been very close to, and that her mother had just been made High Queen. And, apparently, she has a bodyguard. thought the Arryn wolf, as he padded towards her with a friendly, albeit small, smile on his face. "Why hello there, Laertes. On a walk, are you two? I hope I'm not disturbing you."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Tracking! C:
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Another battle training? Hmm. Kenshi had just held one of these, but that had been weapon-centered; maybe this would be helpful also. "Hello, Clarke." said the Arryn Squire in a friendly, sedate tone, approaching the illegitimate child with swift steps. "I'll gladly participate."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Ooh - this sounded like a highly interesting training session. One that would be both helpful and unique. Driscoll bounded over, gazing at the assembled materials with an impressed gleam in his pale eyes. "This is really cool-looking, Ms. Targaryen. Nice work. I'd like to participate."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]The night sky was beautiful at any given time, but especially tonight - so beautiful, in fact, that Driscoll couldn't bear staying in his beloved Eyrie. Instead he'd taken a walk, where, surprisingly, he'd run across the Targaryen Squire. "Lorina!" he called, accidentally using her first name in his surprise. The wolf hurried forward, head cocked. She looked beautiful, with her alabaster scales illuminated by moonlight. "Stargazing, I take it?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Driscoll cast a glance at the basket and kept staring at it as Reiji spoke - eventually he lifted his head, a smile of comprehension coming to his lips. "Ah! I see. Well, thank you very much - on behalf of Westeros, we thank you. As for the invitation - someone able to confirm or deny our attendance will arrive shortly. Thank you for the invite, regardless."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]"I would prefer a no-weapon spar, as I lack powers and am accustomed to not using weapons." explained Driscoll with a slight, apologetic smile.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Sometimes Driscoll thought it was magical how quickly Eurydice got to things such as invitations. She was quite the leader, he had to admit - and this was only the first day of her reign. Hmm..."Wonderful. Would you mind telling me more? I am interested in attending."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]"Driscoll Arryn - here from Westeros to inform the Fallen of a leadership change. Eurydice Targaryen has replaced Paladin Baratheon. Please make sure that this information is conveyed to someone of significance." woofed the wolf in a polite tone, gazing up at Angryangel.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]He raised his eyebrows, uncertain as to what she meant. "Y-yes...I am aware. I was specifying what I preferred out of the two options." Driscoll then nodded, shifting into a more offensive pose. "We shall."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Driscoll hadn't ever seen a pair of strangers on the border before - he found it rather interesting, and wondered what their relationship was. The Arryn Squire trotted over after the Knight and High Queen, standing wordlessly by Eurydice.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]The stream of words took him by surprise, especially as he was kind of focused on the huge dragon, but eventually she quieted and apologized for her talkativeness. He shook his head slightly, as if to say he did not mind - which was true, he didn't. "Do not worry, Laertes." said Driscoll lightly, sitting and responding to her earlier statements. "I must agree; especially with the recent leadership change...things are happening. Anyway, yes, I would love to join you."
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]He gave a small sigh of gratitude. "Thank you, Summerpaw. It means more than you can ever know." and with that he turned to go, determination glowing dully in his eyes.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]"Welcome, new allies." chimed in Driscoll, offering the HawkClanners a wide smile. "We are happy to have you. Safe travels on your journey home - unless you have a need for water, food, or rest?" he tipped his head inquiringly to the side.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]While clever, the feint was overused, and he saw it coming; he managed to spin out of the way in time. In retalation, Driscoll leapt forward, aiming to pin the female to the ground using his larger body mass.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]"You're welcome!" called the wolf over his shoulder, having just heard the bear-dog's words.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]"Thank you!" he called jovially over his shoulder, as he disappeared from sight.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Even at night, Westeros was as bustling place. Driscoll felt a surge of pride at that, and he lifted his chin slightly. He was glad he'd chosen this group, out of all the ones out there, to become a part of. "Your Majesty...Sir...Warden...hello." he greeted each high-ranking member with a pleasant smile and their proper form of address, before answering Kenshi with a solemn nod. "And for good reason...they're something special."
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