Looks like the brother of the Queen was one of the first here. The stagon pranced his way towards the meeting area, curious over what he may hear as he listened with some interest. Part of his mind was elsewhere, but that shouldn't be too much of a problem, should it? Eversong listened to the announcements, picking out some names that he recognized, while others he put it in his mind to get to know more. "Congratulations." He said simply.
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OOC: DOCCYYYYYYYYYYY
IC: Eversong heard the steps on the ground, making his way quickly to the border as he paused for a moment. "Gifts, I assume?" The Targaryen smiled softly.
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Flattening his ears, the proud stagon settled down next to his friend, giving a small, comforting touch before he looked at the others. "Someone should if he hasn't. Those Exile bastards need a good ass kicking.." Eversong snorted softly, feeling his pelt prickle.
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Eversong nodded, "They'll be much appreciated by the group. Thank you." The Targaryen smiled as he bent down to drag one of the baskets back, curious of what was on the inside of them.
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Eversong nodded at the answers, giving a grin at Anarchy as he did so. "I recognize you, but I don't really know you." He said simply, looking back at Ace when he felt the flinch. "You alright, Ace..?"
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While the stagon was a little intimidated by the creature, he showed no fear as he stepped beside the Queen. "Welcome to Westeros." He greeted with a kind smile. "Eversong. Eversong Targaryen."
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He was glad that this at least was still safe.
The stagon wandered back into King's Landing, his old sword and scabbard on his back as he pranced proudly along the streets. The dragon sword that was given to him by the last Arryn Warden rested on his shoulders, looking a little worn from disuse, but the handle that looked a lot like a dragon head, with ruby eyes included, was still shining as bright as it did when he received the sword. It was his new reminder that failure here was not an option anymore.
He walked into the training grounds, looking around before he called out, "Anyone who is good with weapon combat...who wants to play?" Eversong smirked.