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Pry a bit! Ask about the relationships my muse has with others!
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"Of course. After wedding Lord Stark I'm sure you've grown somewhat used to the cold. But here we are further North than even Winterfell. I hope you will at least exercise some caution."
"Might I ask what duty that would be?"
"I may have been born a Tully, but I am wed to a Stark; the Northern climes bother me not"
Catelyn met the man’s gaze evenly.
"It is my duty which brings me to you"
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"Pray excuse me, my queen. I find I am very tired."
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"The North is a harsh place, Bear Island harsher still. Unless you happen to hold a fondness for fierce bears, we have no shortage of those."
Jorah gave a slight smirk.
"Tell me, what brings you to our remote island?"
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A Game Of Secondary Characters ♌ Jeor Mormont (the old bear) †
“The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.”
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" The things we love destroy us everytime, lad. Remember that. "
Jeor Mormont (ASOIAF)
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House Mormont graphics
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jorah + smile | yet his smiles gave dany comfort
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dany/jorah → home
For home. Home was all I ever wanted. "And me. You wanted me." Dany had seen it in his eyes.
I did, the grass whispered, sadly.
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"Nor where I come from. But here it seems any man with a sword can name himself a warrior."
Indeed the Free Cities were plagued with sellswords who were little more than boys with dreams of glory and some cheap steel strapped to their side. Suddenly struck with an intense longing, he missed home. Jorah did not return the stranger's smile.
A pause. The Thracian turned his gaze to the man
who spoke, a smile touching his lips, a laugh leaving
them.
“Not so strange a sight from where I come from
stranger.”
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"Nothing Khaleesi. Your outriders returned without success, I doubt we will find them with further searching."
"Dragons are wild creatures, all we can do is wait."
+ knightedbear
“Ser Jorah, I did ask you here an
hour ago, but never mind. Have you word
on my dragons? The last I heard they had
not been seen for four days.”
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Who do you ship my muse with?
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It was not uncommon to find a Westerosi drinker in some back-street tavern in one of the Free Cities, less common was encountering a man who knew him by look -by reputation. The bear was unsettled at this Bronn's words, indeed he was tempted to draw his sword in hopes of silencing the man. But it was not difficult to see that such would be exactly the outcome this man was hoping for.
"-I think you are mistaken."
#blackwxter#v; again banished#This would be after Dany sends Jorah away#wasnt sure exactly what to go with#if you had something else in mind I could change it
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Certainly she seemed brighter these days, since leaving Westeros behind. Whether she had a change of heart or was simply putting up a façade for his sake was difficult to tell. The knight endeavoured to make her life as comfortable as possible -perhaps he was seeing now the fruits of his efforts.
Despite the doubt in his mind, her smile warmed him -how it gladdened him to see her happy. It had been a rare sight since the beginning of the troubles on Bear Island. Stepping toward her Jorah pressed the flowers into her hands, somewhat abashed he didn't have more to offer.
"I am. ...You look well."
It had been some work to make this new place a home. It was no comparison to Bear Island, not to mention Hightower, but it had something nice. Living there had none of the luxuries Lynesse was used to, but she knew what she had wanted when she followed Jorah to Lys. Though one thing the blonde had to admit, the view was beautiful. Of course,Bear Island had the sea around, and Hightower had stunning gardens, but Lys was different, exotic. Lynesse loved it. It took her a short while until she noticed the man and turned at him, smiling.
"You are back."
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Jorah followed as she began walking again, as the pair traversed the camp many sets of eyes were trained on them. Freed slaves, gaunt and hungry, sellswords and soldiers, exhausted and weak. Did they look to Daenerys for aid, for supplies? Jorah knew better than most how little there was. They could not keep this up.
"You have, and what you do is both brave and noble. But with every victory we gain more hungry mouths, more sick, more wounded. Harsh it may be but we would do well to pass these people by."
The silver-haired continued on her march, not slowing in any step. Yet, she took in account those words, and faced back, indigo orbs staring deeply. Yes, the state of these people was currently deplorable; But they had believed in her, and she woud give her best unti her last drop of blood.
" I’ve done it once, and I will do it again, Ser Jorah. I appreciate your counselling, but I believe in my capacities; if I don’t do it, who will?"
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