|
|
Post by Daenary's Shar on Sept 22, 2010 22:46:53 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Family Gatherings.] *Daenary's Shar was stood out side her lodge main entrance. She stood calmly next to her horse, her hands trailing lightly through the thick mane. At each side of the currently open main entrance stood two sets of guards. Aaron stood next to Daenary's Shar as well as a handful of servants. Each one holding out a small padded cushion and one other a large bag. Time was drawing close for Wren to appear. The sky was heavy with snow to fall but the clouds seemed willing and able to hold onto the frozen flakes for now. The colour of the sky was a dull grey with faint , brief shimmers of silver.* |
|
|
|
Post by Vyrrian Wren on Sept 22, 2010 22:58:18 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Family Gatherings.] It was still a source of some concern that Wren had still not been escorted to the front entrance - in fact, several guards he had passed had seemed to give him knowing smirks. This did not strike him as a good sign. It suggested to him that there was some manner of joke present, and there was a very real possibility it was on him. He stopped at the door and quickly looked around. Incoming footsteps from the east. With a bit of luck, they would open the door. Latching onto this hopeful turn events, Wren quickly Faded, disappearing from view. Well, he reasoned, if the last laugh was on him, he was going to give his audience a damn good show. |
|
|
|
Post by Daenary's Shar on Sept 23, 2010 10:57:30 GMT
*The last servant made her way towards the main entrance with a small smile upon her lips. She was carrying a oddly large cushion which upon it rested a exquisite bow. It became perhaps obvious that this bow was used for some type of ceremony rather than day to day hunting. It was a icy silvery grey hue.
The servant did not see Wren appear or disappear as the doors were opened for her as she approached it. She stepped outside into the crisp snow very carefully so not to slip and cause it to fall from the cushion.
No one was able to see Wren as he moved outside if he did.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Vyrrian Wren on Oct 10, 2010 20:41:54 GMT
All too easy, chuckled Wren silently. With some careful footwork, he was able to slip through the closing door without neither a sound nor touching the servant. Shadowing a target was something he had a certain prowess for, although he realised he would have to be cautious when it came to dealing with the snow - both the crunch of his footsteps and the prints he left behind could easily give him away.
Standing to the side of the door, he watched the servant with curiosity. He already had a suspicion as to whom the bow was destined to be used for, and as he observed the group from a distance, he felt those suspicions were about to be confirmed...
|
|
|
|
Post by Daenary's Shar on Oct 15, 2010 13:13:30 GMT
*The servant brought the bow towards Daenary's Shar as she glanced to the open door way. A faint smile touched her lips as her gae fell on the weapon. She indicated with a polite nod to the servant to stand besides the others with cushions.
Her gaze then fell on the open door way growing exasperated at the time that Leytan's companion was keeping or not in this case.
She glanced down to the heavy snow and a brief smile touched her lips. She remembered back to last night and though she was not aware that Wren was actually so close. Her gaze intensified on the snow , trying to count the mangled snow prints.
|
|
|
|
Post by Vyrrian Wren on Nov 19, 2010 0:12:09 GMT
Wren refused to believe she was able to see him. Although it was possible to break the psychological barriers of perception that the Shade threw up - commonly taught in secret to certain high-profile participants of the Greater Game as a means of providing balance when Assassins were sent into the dungeon - there was no evidence that the Crown Princess possessed such as talent. Had his shade not failed last night in her chambers, he would have remained undetected.
But she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the trail of footprint that he had left in hhis wake. Footprints that led her gaze to...
"Oh bugger."
|
|
|
|
Post by Daenary's Shar on Nov 21, 2010 19:57:42 GMT
*She quickly counted the numbers up divided it by the number of people that were standing around her and smiled faintly. The smile only seemed to broaden when she heard two words from what she thought to be a little ahead of her and to the right. Her hands lowered seemingly innocently to her sides before falling into the cloak around her and reappearing a few seconds later with a throwing dagger. The blade shimmered a lightning like blue and was extremely small in comparisons to it's contact attacking cousins.
Wren appeared just seconds after the words were spoken but she could tell from the lack of others reactions that some how he managed to remain out of their sight. Had it been because she had heard him? He would need training to control his mouth obviously she briefly thought to herself before finally speaking coolly while she appeared to be idly examining the blade between her other hands thumb and index finger.*
"You are quite aware that your court etiquette is quite lacking companion of Leytan?"
*Those around her suddenly followed where her gaze was settled and the guards began to pull out a sword for one and a arrow from his back for the other.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Vyrrian Wren on Nov 30, 2010 23:31:05 GMT
Wren slowly raised his hands up, palms open in the universal gesture of surrender. Despite the overwhelming array of weaponry that was now pointed in his direction, he couldn't help but smile for the crowd. It was a rare thing for him to be the subject of so many people's attention.
"Took you long enough to notice, your highness," he said. "Fifteen minutes I've been waiting here. Another five, and I was about to start whistling a jaunty tune."
My god, he thought. What was he saying? Here he was, faced with the very real possibility of painfully pointy death, and he was pushing the patience of the one person who would decide such a fate. Why wasn't he on the ground, begging for his life between strangled sobs? For someone who considered himself in possession of a self-preservative streak that could be mistaken for cowardice, this was skittering dangerously close to recklessness.
Or perhaps not. The more he thought about it, the less he was convinced this was all leading up to some manner of execution. The Crown Princess had something in mind. And Wren was curious...
|
|
|
|
Post by Daenary's Shar on Dec 7, 2010 21:29:16 GMT
One fine, white blond eyebrow arched quizzically for a mere second before lowering and a small but almost humorous smile that lacked any genuine warmth towards him passed across her lips before disappearing to a smirk.
"You were stood there that long? Then I am surprised that the desire for survival did not announce it self in you and made a hasty retreat into the forests beyond here...or perhaps you were one of the few that realized a fate out there could be worse than here though that shall not be the case at all if you are quite incapable to control that tongue of yours or unwilling to understand your change in circumastance and rank here...."
She paused briefly have turning away from him a moment before facing him again.
"That is if you were intelligent enough to gain any rank at all in the first place but that matters for naught now none the less. "
She reached up with one hand and idly began to stroke the mane of her horse as if they were discussing something casual and relaxed such as the weather.
"When was the last time you hunted companion of Leytan?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 13, 2010 21:50:55 GMT
Wren chose to overlook the obvious attempts to rile him up - despite the Crown Princesses' assertions that he did not understand his place, he was well aware that he was in the presence of someone who could easily have him whisked away to a place where terrible things of a greivous and bodily nature were forthcoming. Keeping schtum was probably wise given the circumstances, even if it did mean suffering at the hands of his hosts seemingly smug sense of privilage.
"Not for some time," he said instead, "at least, not for pleasure. I used to accompany my master to formal rides back in my student days, but it never appealed to be honest. Tracking one's prey and loud brass instruments aren't something that belong together, at least in my book."
|
|
|
|
Post by Daenary's Shar on Dec 13, 2010 22:00:17 GMT
The eyebrow that had sunk down and measured out to match her unaffected eyebrow rose again as he spoke about his experience with hunting, for a moment a brief look that merged amused with baffled crossed her eyes before fading into nothing as her face took on it's normal look of disinterest.
"Some have such odd tactics in hunting but at least you have some experince...one last question for now companion of Leytan..when was the last time you were the prey in a hunt?"
Her back was too him as she took a small side step along the side of her horse and stroked one hand along it's flank before reaching up and grasping the reign before climbing up onto it with ease as she brought one leg up and over forgoing the stereotypical ladies ride at this point.
Once settled her cold gaze settled on him again, this time a brief spark of interest flaring in her eyes. The look though was not one of physical appreciation but one of consideration. She appeared to be blatantly and obviously sizing him up and judging him while her eyes never actually left his face especially his eyes.
|
|
|
|
Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 13, 2010 22:17:05 GMT
The use of the word prey suddenly triggered bad memories in Wren. Images of shouting, chains, instruments of torture and horrible, inhuman laughter filled his mind. The fingers of his hand twitched, his control over them briefly abandoned...
Then they were gone. The sensation had lasted less than a second, but it was enough to jolt Wren out of any lingering sense of levity he had shown previously. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he met those of Daenarys.
"Long enough to know I am very good at disappointing any would-be predator," he said. There was no bravado in his voice, nor any underlying sense of braggartry. He spoke as if he was casually reciting a historical date.
|
|
|
|
Post by Daenary's Shar on Dec 13, 2010 22:29:53 GMT
She may have missed the slight twitch of his hand but she certainly did not miss the narrowing of his eyes, nor the way his voice had changed intonation or his standing for a moment at least. She briefly wondered what memory he had to cause such a reaction and change but placed that consideration to the side for now, that brief wonder going unseen in her eyes. His change in eye contact now speak did not cause her to change position or lower her gaze at all but to nod once and only a notch.
"Well then you have one minute to pick one weapon from this selection."
Her hand lifted briefly to the servants besides her and the armed cushions upon their arms.
..."and then you have ten minutes to run before I start hunting you down."
There was the slightest change to the way she stated I to indicate that it would truly be just her hunting him and she would not be cheating by using any of ehr guards men of foresters to aid her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 14, 2010 2:57:01 GMT
"Excuse me?" said Wren in aghast. "Am I to understand you mean to chase me down like some manner of... wild animal? Because if your intention is to see me dead-"
With a flick of his cloak, his spare silver-pomelled stiletto materialised in his hand.
"- then I will gladly stand and face you, right here and now."
|
|
|
|
Post by Daenary's Shar on Dec 14, 2010 8:56:58 GMT
Daenary's gaze barely flickered downwards as the hand seemed to have faded briefly before reappearing armed and a faint smile touched her lips.
"If I purely wished to see you dead then I would already be looking upon that sight rather than the one in front of me..let's say...I am giving you the chance to survive. I catch and manage to land a what would be killing blow with out actually killing you if you understand such I get to kill you but should you manage to land a killing blow to me...you walk away free from here. "
She tilted her head back slightly a moment watching him quietly again to see how he dealt with the new details.
|
|
