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Subject: With downcast gaze she continues to listen to Arya’s account, rouge lips pursed. Had they not told her? Author: Mercedes [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:04:16 04/19/01 Thu In reply to: Arya 's message, "*as relief floods through her kin, a strange misture of fear and aprehension twists into her as Mercedes' question>*" on 17:47:04 04/18/01 Wed Eyes intently search the horizon during Arya’s tale, features intent on some unseen object in the distance, emotions only betrayed at the mention of Jon, when the faintest of smiles tugs at the corners of her lips. Yes, Jon, she had always liked him; he and Arya were the only ones who even treated her civilly, for according to her other cousins, her mother’s gypsy blood made her tainted, made her not ‘true nobility’, despite the fact that her father was destined for greatness far exceeding theirs. Breaking from her revere, she focuses her thoughts back upon Arya’s first words ‘I had thought my father would tell yours…’ before she speaks, her voice slow and thick with accusation... How could my father have been told when he died at the hand of yours? She stops, laying a hand upon the other's forearm...I'm sorry, forgive me, it was no fault of yours. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *gaze softens despite her cousin's accusing tone...>* Arya 16:47:46 04/20/01 Fri Reachign up, she pulls a leaf from an overhanging elm, fingers tracing the veins as she speaks...I know it by gypsy word, that is enough for me, though Ser Pyercell was present also. -- Mercedes, 19:03:03 04/20/01 Fri *she pushes back red-auburn hair, watching...>* -- Arya, 19:53:32 04/20/01 Fri Raven brows furrow at Arya's question, hands rip the leaf impatiently and toss it aside.>> -- Mercedes, 03:58:23 04/21/01 Sat *a look of comprehension crosses her features...>* -- Arya, 17:20:25 04/21/01 Sat She nods and clasps her hands, a lock of raven hair falling foreward... -- Mercedes, 18:17:54 04/21/01 Sat *Laughter highlights her eyes, knowing she has been far from successful in her time here...>* -- Arya, 17:28:07 04/26/01 Thu reply is above (NT) -- Mercedes Lannister, 14:00:28 04/30/01 Mon