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Post by King Urien on Nov 1, 2011 22:15:54 GMT
Uriens approached her, and said, "I am sorry I am late. There was a matter that needed my attention, but it is down with now." He looked around, "How goes the festival?"
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 22:22:15 GMT
"Well enough. Everyone has just been talking up until now, but the prayers are about to begin soon. I have been speaking with Arthur's brother Mordred. You look well, my lord. Will you drink a cup of mulled wine with me?" Morgan asked.
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Post by King Urien on Nov 1, 2011 22:26:47 GMT
Uriens nodded, "That would be a pleasure." He scratched at his jaw, and said, "Arthur seems to have quite a large family."
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 22:33:06 GMT
Taliesin walks along, slinging the lute back across his shoulders. He hums lightly to himself as he removes the tankard from its hook on his belt, finding a keg of ale to fill it from. He sips it quietly, enjoying the brew, as he observes the people around him.
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 1, 2011 22:36:37 GMT
Dina skipped along and tripped over a clump of grass in front of Taliesin.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 22:38:42 GMT
Uriens nodded, "That would be a pleasure." He scratched at his jaw, and said, "Arthur seems to have quite a large family." "I've never thought of it that way but if you count those who aren't his blood relations it would be true. He has his brother on his father's side, two sisters through his mother, the Lady Igraine herself, and then Sir Ector and Sir Kay are his adopted family, as I suppose is Merlin himself. But I think that's a good thing, don't you?"
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 22:42:23 GMT
Taliesin, seeing the lady trip, dropped his tankard in order to catch her. A bit of ale splashed on his kilt, but he did not care. Both kilt and tankard had dealt with worse. He helped the lady back to her feet then asked "Are you well?" as he picked up the hand-carved item.
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 1, 2011 22:47:07 GMT
Dina flushed a dark red.
"Yes. I am sorry, I uh..." She trailed off then favoured him with a dazzling smile. "Thank you. I am sorry if I ruined your quiet drink."
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 23:26:34 GMT
Taliesin laughed, and it was all in good fun, "Milady, two things you must understand. First, a quiet drink is asking to be made interesting. Secondly, there is rarely a quiet drink at Beltane." He bowed to her, "Taliesin of the Seven Strings, at your service."
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 1, 2011 23:40:46 GMT
Dina dropped into a quick curtsy. "Dindrane of Listeneise." She said. "Please to meet your aquaintence Taliesin. I have heard of your musical prowess."
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 23:42:47 GMT
"I am rather shocked that my music has been able to reach even Listeneise, but I am glad that you have heard of me. I will do all that I can not do disappoint you." He filled his tankard again and continued to drink.
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 1, 2011 23:45:27 GMT
Dina giggled. "I do not live there currently." She said. "Ive lived here for quite a while now. I just come from Listeneise."
She cocked her head and studied him for a moment. "You do not look like a normal bard."
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 23:47:29 GMT
"Looks can be deceiving, lassie." He took a swig of ale, "But what do you think I look like?"
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 1, 2011 23:49:09 GMT
Dina shrugged. "If it went for the lute on your back I would say an archer. You have the look."
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 23:51:02 GMT
"Your eyes do not fail you. I do a bit of archery every now and then," he grinned at her, "I am not the best the realm has ever seen, yet I am able to hunt or hit a..." He searched for a way to describe a person without actually saying so, "target when necessary."
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