Raven brows furrow at Arya's question, hands rip the leaf impatiently and toss it aside.>> -- --crossroads

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Subject: Raven brows furrow at Arya's question, hands rip the leaf impatiently and toss it aside.>>

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Mercedes
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Date Posted: 03:58:23 04/21/01 Sat
In reply to: Arya 's message, "*she pushes back red-auburn hair, watching...>*" on 19:53:32 04/20/01 Fri

She hesitates, thinking back over the past months, the tragedy that had stalked her family for so long... pushing those thoughts aside, she reaches down, smoothing myriad skirts.After my father's death my mother was overcome with grief and fled to Bourban castle, the smallest and most modest of my father's estates. But it was not meant to be. Gaze wanders, searching for and unseen something, how to go on?Your father sought out my mother there at Bourban, and tried to persuade her to go back with him, for he had always had an eye for her, and her beauty was rare. She snubbed him, enraging him even more, so he resolved that if he would not have her as his wench no one would.

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*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