It is the forth year of summer and it's the time for the first harvest the poppy. The small folk of House Ashfield and surrounding lands have begun preparing the fields.

The rumors are now fact as news has arrives by the raven peace is at hand.
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News has arrived by courier, diplomats of the capital come to distribute invitations, and discuss important matters at hand. The weddings are expected to a grand celebration.

King Baelor the Blessed, the Septon King has come to an agreement with Dorne. A Dornish wedding will be had, this will be a glorious event that will be spoken about for ages to come.

Letter of Invitation

It is with great pleasure that the House Targaryen announces the joining of Prince Daeron of House Targaryen, the Second of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm & Princess Myriah Martell of Dorne of the House of Martell.

There will be festivities beginning 7 days prior to the wedding and services for this union will be held at The Great Sept of Baelor at Kings Landing.

The Great House request that House Ashfield and representatives of their respected houses & Banner men attend this monumental event.

After recent of the invitation, the house of Ashfield has been extremely busy and the rumors are just getting out of control.

Lord Ascar Ashfield has requested the his trusted advisors and councilmen to meet ....

Dyllan walks into the council room, in harness but unarmed.

"M'lord. You've news from the king?"

He's a tall man, broad in mail that stretches over strong shoulders. Though his arms are as powerful as ever, his gut hangs a bit over his trousers and presses into the rings. His eyes flash green between bushy white eyebrows and trimmed whiskers. His hair is short and matted from a recently doffed arming cap.

"What chances for honorable advancement does he offer now? We've been too long at play with these tourneys, it makes us all soft."

The sellsword seems to still be bitter over the loss at the last tourney he participated in. A much younger man unhorsed him - despite his skill with the lance - and took his best mount and suit of plate.

Already seated at the foot of the council room's long oak table, Pella had been quietly reading a slim volume titled The Many Uses of Pennyroyal by Maester Orillonc, with apparent interest. During the heat of the day, Pella often used the cool council chamber as a reading room due to its relative lack of use - an outdoorsy man, Lord Ascar was more inclined to discuss house affairs over a meal or in the open air.

As was usually the case, Pella was overdressed for a day in which she appeared to be doing nothing but reading, clothed in a flowing silk gown of red and green, her long hair neatly braided.

Pella acknowledged Dyllan's his arrival only with a brief flinch of distraction from her reading.

With a mischievous smile, Pella couldn't help but retort to the sworn sword's comment before her father could respond. "I'd wager that pies, ale and comfortable beds are more cause for any softness in this hold, Redbrush.".
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In reply to Dyllan Redbrush (msg # 4):

"Well Dyllan it seems that our King will be married, and our fight with Dorne on the battle field is over." As he tosses the letter over to him on the table. "We have been asked to go to Kings Landing for the celebration of the union of Prince Daeron & Princess Myriah."

Lord Ascar is content with the war ending and maybe some peace to rebuild what was lost is a good thing, but his concerns for the political effect out weigh the battle field. He always prefers the field then the court as there are less places to hide.

"How many lives lost to just join them with us by marriage. There will be many lords in the Reach that will not stand for on this."

"I have heard from our diplomats south of kings Landing that The Reach and Dorne have had the greatest amount of houses that are to attend. This is so that the families may reconcile, ... AS if it will be that easily." 
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Wallace quietly enters the room, his soft footfalls making little noise. He wears breeches, a white blouse with ruffles, and a plain but well made coat in the house's colors. His gray streaked wavy hair frames his face, although it continues to retreat from his forehead. He is carrying a large tray with two bottles of wine, goblets, and plates of cured meats, a selection of cheeses, and a small selection of fresh fruit.

"Lord Ashfield" he says, bowing deeply. He turns formally to Pella, and bows again, "M'Lady". He then turns to Dyllan Redbrush, and gives him a much shallower bow, "Ser Redrush, I am certain you will acquit yourself admirably in the tournament."

He then unobtrusively sets out small plates, and pours wine, first for his Lord, and then for Pella, and finally for Redbrush.

He bends down and says quietly to Pella as he pours her wine, "That is a lovely frock, M'Lady. You always look just so."

When finished, he stands to the left of his Lord, two paces back. It has always been his habit to serve the Lord's council chamber himself, rather than leaving it to the staff.
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In reply to Wallace Justman (msg # 7):

"Wallace, I sure by now the staff have told you, .... What is your option on the matter?"

He walks over to were Pella is sitting and places his hand on her shoulder "you will enjoy the Landing daughter there is much to do and much to see." "I know of a place were the bread is from grains shipped over from Essos the finest in Kings Landing."

Wallace stands still for a moment, furrowing his brow. Then responds, "The War, most recently, to conquer Dorne, has always bit deeply into the flesh of the Reach, M'Lord. Not having to worry about funerary rites for any more sons is surely a blessing of the Mother and the Crone."

He pauses to take a breath, "And, though it be a bold statement, Lord Ashfield, I also believe marriage between the houses of Flowers and Sand would cement the peace as sure as anything. There are many ways for influence and peace to grow."

Pella looks up to her father, placing her own hand on his. Pella had never before visited the capital, and her mind rushed when she thought of the opportunities that lay there.

As Wallace spoke, she nodded reservedly - the castellan was as much a part of Poppy Hall as the furniture, but he was a sensible enough fellow for the most part.

Relaxed before, Pella sat rigidly when he suggested throwing flowers at the desert, a moment of shock in her eyes.. Her mind raced as she tried to think of arguments against the suggestion of intermarriage with the Dornish.

"I can't imagine that any Lady of the Reach would wish to spend their life tied to some sun-addled pervert and his bastards scattered behind him like footprints...or do you mean to tie Victarion to one of their purebred nags?", Pella challenged, resorting to harsh words once again.

Dyllan bows respectfully to Pella.

"And ye're the expert on pies and soft beds I've heard, m'lady."

He nods and listens to the news about the marriage with some skepticism. His brows furrow and he scratches the scar on his left hand that he earned fighting on the road to Dorne.

"Honor is won in war, conquest by the point of a lance. The king's a fool if he thinks an alliance held together by a ring will keep the dornish peaceful. They're hot tempered and gritty as the sand."

He sips the wine and smiles his thanks to the castellan. The justman was wise and tempered, an admirable servant to the house. Were he a proper man and a poorer servant, Dyllan might challenge him to the field for the quip about a potential tourney.

"Speak not so ill about dornish nags, m'lady. Tis said they breed the finest horseflesh in the kingdoms."

A wink to the young daughter of his lord shows that Dyllan did, in fact, understand her point.
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Lord Ashfield smiles at his daughter, then looks at Dyllan "Well you will need to curb the tongue and prepare as we will house four from Dorne in the next few days."

"Garin Kaldor of House Kaldor & Petyr Chiffon of House Chiffon as well as two from House Steiner. They will visit us under the 'Nobles Call' As such we may not refuse unless we plan to continue to fight against our kings wishes." Lord Ashfield then looks at Castellan Justman, "You will need to keep an eye on them."

"Aye, we must peace with our tongues. Just mind ye keep an eye they don't try the same with their daggers."

Dyllan grumbles and sits back in his chair to think, stretching as he does so.

"The names I've heard before. Are they influential in Dorne? Or are we bein' snubbed afore the peace has even begun?"

"Well you should know they are all warriors first but its an interesting mix as House Steiner are know as sea goers, they have a sizable navy and know how to use them. Some even dare to say they are second to the Iron Born.

If you ask me they are lucky to be so far south and on the wrong shore to test that claim."

The lord is being sarcastic but he does respect the fact that they are good at what they do and at no point is his ideal chatter meant to be anything other then to lighten the mood.

"Now House Chiffon has become a great house and is often in discontent with the Martell's, if the Martell ever lost favor House Chiffon would be a likely successor"

"I know little about House Kaldor, .... Wallace do you know anything about these men."

In reply to Dyllan Redbrush (msg # 13):


Known History: Prince Garin led 250,000 men to their deaths in an attempt to stop the Valyrians. He was named Garin the Great for giving the Valyrians pause, during this time Nymeria made plans to leave and the Kaldor's went with her.

  House Kaldor come from a long proud line of fighters, they joined their cousin and married one of their own to House Martell. The Kaldor's were always willing to fight on behalf of Mor and they were rewarded land in the west. The Mor regarded the Kaldor's as loyal subjects and unflinching in their duties. House Kaldor would do what was needed should trouble ever arise.

  Since their raise status abd during the early years of House Kaldor has stayed in their position, more often than most being outmaneuvered and outplayed

Wallace considers his Lord's question. "I believe they are one of the noble houses that protect the princess pass, M'Lord."

He then regards Redbrush, "Ser Redbrush, I did not mean to give offense. As you know, the closest I have seen to true battle is walking guard for the house and in the hamlet. A few skirmishes with drunks. I am certain your experience of true glory rings true. I meant only gains in political standing and perhaps fame - faint ghosts of true glory and courage."

His words ring sincere.

"The worst enemies we had in the war, those who stood the strongest, and we're expected to give them bread and salt? Best keep an eye out they don't betray us, then."

He raps his fingers on the table and finishes his wine.

"Been many a battle started for foolish causes. I'll keep the men on a tight leash, see that they don't get to boasting or fighting while we have guests."

Lady Iliria Ashfield enters the chamber, she is dressed in a blue and green with gold flowers along the trim.

"M'Lord, M'love" as she kisses her husband close to his lips. "Daughter, good morning", and looks around the room.

She then moves between her daughter and husband, "Ser Redbrush, castellan Justman is seems the wine is flowing early today?"
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Pella sat silent at the table, having fallen into a sulk at her father's calm acceptance that the Dornish were now our friends. Lord Ashfield was rarely derailed by Pella's fervent objections, much to her frustration.

"Apparently we are celebrating, mother.", Pella commented with a scowl. "And the Dornish are coming to Poppy Hall as if they were long-lost cousins."

In reply to Pella Ashfield (msg # 19):

Lady Iliria - "MY little Poppy Flower, the Dorneish are colorful people, with a hunger for many things. Especially women" .... Smiling and being somewhat fresh "and sometimes men."

"My Lord I would be more concerned about our daughters ventures, then the sword." 


A young boy enters, he waits by the door "Lord I have a message that came from Lord Dannor Steiner" Lord Ashfield replies "Very well boy, don't just stand there bring it over," snatching it from his hand.

He opens it, reads it to himself, and passes it to his wife, .... "Well It seems they are setting camp outside in the fields west. They have asked that we meet for talks in the field."

"Boy why are you still here, again your just standing, .... get that the cock out of your mouth and say something or leave."

"Yes Lord the scout have also returned they say The Stainer's & the Chiffon's have arrived with 25 men each. And Garin Kaldor was seem coming from the south only accompanied by a squire." Once done speaking he puts his head down. The lord is upset and takes it out on the boy. Ascar walks up to him quickly "again just standing around" and gives him a quick hard slap across the back of the head knocking the boy over "GET OUT!"
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Wallace Justman gives a quiet "Tut tut" under his breath to Pella's comments. He stands even straighter when Lady Ilira comes into the room.

He pours a goblet of wine, and offers it to her, "We are celebrating, M'Lady. Peace is worth toasting. I pray to the Crone we are collectively wise enough to weave peace as passionately as we waged war."

Wallace follows quickly on the heels of the boy Lord Ashfield scolded. Outside, he bends down, and quickly and quietly gives the boy a lecture in how to speak with the Lord of the house, and why.

He returns to the room a moment later.

"Half a hundred dornishmen? A large number to bring for a strictly diplomatic party." He spits out the last words with suspicion and unconsciously rubs a scar under his arm.

"I'll ensure the lads are on their best behavior and watchful. Where are we going to keep the sand children camped?"

In reply to Dyllan Redbrush (msg # 22):

After Lady Iliria has read the message delivered by the boy she replies to Dyllan "according to the scouts the have helped themselves to a field west of us very close to one of our poppy farms'.

Ser Victarion has been on patrol with his men along the boarders. he walks in sweaty and weather beaten "I road straight back when I heard the new, are we seriously going to just let things be? So may have given so much and the Targaryen are just short of giving a knee with a marriage to those sand prairie dogs."

"I also heard that they are coming to speak terms, and to stop boarding fighting and hold a truce with our banner men." He pours himself some wine to quenched his thirst.

Lady Iliria simple stares at her son with a disgusted look "So the boarders have made my son a wildling? he doesn't even properly greet those at the table, not even his mother? Husband perhaps you should give your son a reminder of his position, and what first before all is perception as its to some reality. Soon son the fights will be held in court and your sword and quick to draw it will only bring you defeat."

"I will take my leave and let the boy and men discuss strategy and get drunk before meeting our guests."  "Wallace, Dyllan ... hopefully you will be able to guide my men well, ... Come Pella, unless you want to hear more about how much they hate the Dorneish people."
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Pella allows herself a smirk as her older brother talks his way into a scolding, enjoying seeing the reprimand even though she agreed entirely with his sentiments.

"Actually I should rather like to hear our strategy, mother. If Victarion is to guide us, I shall need to prepare quite a few more bandages.", she says in polite but mocking toned, hoping to provoke the heir to the house, out of habit more than malice.

Despite her comment of inclination to stay, Pella closes her book and rises to leave the room; it was not her place to discuss warfare and treachery, being singularly untalented in both fields.
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In reply to Pella Ashfield (msg # 24):

Ser Victarion smiles at his sister "Well sister if you really must know about strategy, when one is at peace it normally involves marriages just like or King and Dorneish Prinsessa. Perhaps it's time for you to think about who is suitable for you before father picks for you."

Victorian truely and deeply cares for his sister, and his comment is well intended. It is common that during peace time - war is found in the courts of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Perhaps you and mother should discuss these future & important matters, and the boy & men will discuss the vultures at our door" he walks up to his mother, smiling the whole way there, he extends his arms out to hug her and leans in to kiss her.

She simply replies with crossed eyes and pulls away when he tries to kiss her. "Your a beast sometimes, (whispering to him) we'll played son you will be a fine lord when it's your time"

Lady Iliria exits without looking back, ...... "I would hurry daughter before they peddle you off to a Dorne Sand bastard"

"Worry not, m'lady. You'll only be married off to the finest murderers of Westerosi knights that Dorne has to offer."

Dyllan cracks into a grin at his own, rather belabored, joke.

"In truth, though, m'lord, it would be good to know what you'd have us do about the men they've brought." His eyes dart between his liege and Victarion. "They're successful on the battlefield because they prepare a defensive position and use the sands as their own. No chance these diplomats will prepare any less well, even though they're comin' to us."

Pella purses her lips, trying to hide her hurt at the callous way in which her family is talking about sending her away forever. She passively trails after her mother and exits the council room.

In reply to Pella Ashfield (msg # 27):

Your mother was loving in your younger years but as you got older and the war with Dorne grow, she too grow into a different person. She has alway shown her love for your father, but has also been more cynical toward him.

The conversation about marriage has come up a few times in the past, a lady should marry and few marry for love.

Once outside the council room lady Iliria slows down for Pella "your brother is right you are well into the age to marry and with age it will become harder to find a respectable noblemen, If you have someone suited for the task he should resent himself soon or you could be shipped off to a part of the world that you will be quite discontent with."

In reply to Dyllan Redbrush (msg # 26):

"Yes Dyllan they are well prepared in the battle field but I can not understand why these houses have been asked to come so far as diplomats of peace." The Lord sit at the table, he has not asked all of his councilmen to join in these talks. Simply because they are all to quick to fight and his trust doesn't really extend to much further then the three currently at the table.

Lord Ashfield is known to be short tempered and even angry towards those he feels are useless and just about everyone in useless unless they provided something he needs.
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"M'lord, ... Dyllan is our intent to meet them on the field or do we demand that the talks take place here?"

Lord Ashfield walks up to Dyllan, "Dyllan ride out and greet this Kaldor Boy, see what he is made of. No need to test his metal but no need to be easy on him either."

"Son ride out to Steiner', go with force, match him man for man, let him know that if he wishes to meet in the fields, .. House Ashfield will consider this insulting ... as peace is discussed under the sanctity of one's home not in a battlefield tent under the stars. Tell them that food and wine will run heavy in his honor and lastly say nothing to the other house or banner men they may have with them."

"If they accept wait for them, if they refused leave at once and return with there reply."
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Pella frowns as Lady Iliria quite plainly spells out what the future holds for her daughter. Yes, many girls married younger than 18 but Pella had never taken the need to rush into marriage entirely seriously; now it seemed that the sudden peace brought with it a very real sense of urgency.

"I don't have anyone in mind, mother." Pella replied, blushing at talking about this sort of thing with her mother. While her statement was technically true, she had followed the squire Ellery Clegane around like a shadow during his visit to Poppy Hall, though any admiration on her part was entirely unrequited - the strapping young man had shown far more interest in the work of the smith Hallys du Val than in any human being.

The visiting brutes from the south were not likely to be of any merit, but father had mentioned a trip to King's Landing...Pella smiled, a thrill running through her at the thought that she may well meet her husband there.

"Perhaps I will have to find someone suitable in my travels...", she mused.

In reply to Pella Ashfield (msg # 32):

"That is a Lady of Ashfield, willing, able and ready to do what's needed for family but smart enough to know to plan it .... making the best of what noble life has for her."

"We will begin to prepare for King's Landing. And we women of Ashfield will plot for they best picks of men among those worth your hand." "You know that all the great houses will be present and I'm sure the other houses will be planning to introduce their heirs, as they weave and plot, ... But we will plan then weave and plot" she chuckles at the ideas as she says the words.

Pella rolls her eyes in reluctance at talk of plotting, an aptitude which she is aware she severely lacks, and which her mother enjoys perhaps too much.

"Mother, can I not just try to find a nice fellow? I'm sure there's no need to do anything underhanded.", she gently chides Lady Ashfield.

In reply to Pella Ashfield (msg # 34):

"Who was talking underhanded I was simply stating the obvious, your of age and we are going to Kings Landing, ..... so is every other house across Westeros, so this is a likely place to find you a suitor."

"Come lets get the servants packing, .... it will take days before we are ready and it's a long road ahead to the 'Landing'.

"As y'will m'lord. I'll take a flank of cavalry with me, as a show of strength. If all goes well, perhaps a few spear-runnings to test the lad and show our camaraderie for our new Dornish allies. I'll have them brought safely by dusk, m'lord."

Dyllan bows and strides out of the room. His first destination is to check on his horse and see her saddled. Not a great beast for the spear, but his skill was such that he could make do.

We must be seein' that they're not a threat before we allow them within our walls. The war was long and bitter, no need to see trusting allies when our council can't even get above suspicions.

In reply to Dyllan Redbrush (msg # 36):

The men, squires and servants start getting ready the horses & gear to ride out and greet the Dornish lad. They waste no time and quickly are ready to go, ...once ready they wait for Dyllans word.

Once given word they ride out behind him, exiting the south gate they ride at an aggressive pace, passing some farms and small folk they come to the crest of one of the many hills of the Reach. Looking down a knight on horseback and a single squire lagging behind on horse with a mule can be seen on the road.

The squire is holding a banner with 2 flags one of Dorne House Martell the second not so common of House Kaldor. The Dornish men seem unphased and ride slowly and do not stop at the sight of your men trailing over the crest and down the hill.

"Your Orders, .... ?" As one of the men rides along side Dyllan.
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A servant girl comes running down the hall, almost falling over her known feet, then at the sight of lady Ashfield stops cold, out of breath "Lady Ashfield, .." she bows gently "M'lady Pella you told me when Ser Edric Neumann should arrive to let you know, ... well he's here M'lady."

Ser Edric Neumann you have been requested to see Lord Ashfield, his letter was pretty clear. He is very upset that you have a business arrangement with his daughter and wishes to speak to you. The exact words were more in line with, .....

 'How honorable a man is to have a women supply him with his needs. I normally have my women supply me with other needs, but we will save that part of the conversation when you come and see me. Do not have me wait.'

Upon receipt of the letter you headed straight to the lord without any delays to discuss the matter. After several days on the road and avoiding Dorneish men headed to your lords home, you are now passed the gates and in his courtyard waiting for the lords approval to see him - he makes you wait outside.

Mounted Ser Edric Neumann looks around and sees they are very busy getting ready for some Dorneish visitors.
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Pella looks confused for a moment but her eyes widen as she remembers why Ser Edric has returned to Poppy Hall. "Oh...thank you Jesca", Pella says before quickly trotting out of the hall into the courtyard, not even seeking Lady Ashfield's pardon in her haste.

As she steps outside and considers taking care of her fine silk dress, but time was too short to worry about the lush soil of the Reach being untidy. She looked around for Ser Edric's destrier, Ranner, a proud chestnut horse of impeccable stature, and made her way across the muddy thoroughfare, waving to draw his attention.

"Ser Edric! Over here!", Pella called out,"We need to talk."
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Edric and Mara had traveled none stop to reach Poppy Hall, leaving Blue Hall under the cover of darkness so that they would not draw the attention of Olaf. He was exhausted from his ride and was nearly falling asleep in his saddle wait for Lord Ashfield when he caught site of Pella. As she called him over he dismounted Ranner, walking the destreir on foot to her. M'lady, it is a pleasure to see you again. He said blushing while failing to meet her gaze, preferring to stare at her feet. It seems as if your Lord father is quite displeased with our actions the last time we met.

Mara could barely maintain her place on her saddle. The ride was a great challenge to her lithe and frail body. She loved to ride her prized white palfrey, Wintermoon, but she had never ridden so long or hard. At closer inspection, she had tied leather strapping across her legs to the saddle so she would not fall off.  Any watching could tell that Mara was extremely fatigued, but it was a testament to her will that she was able to remove the straps and dismount. She stood tall on the ground almost as nothing seemed to be wrong.

She straighten her sky blue dress, and breathe deep of her satchel hoping that its honey and jasmine scent covered the smell of horse and sweat. She would of preferred a few moment to ready herself before meeting anyone. Her family nearly forbade her to go because of her constitution, but she knew that her brother was better suited for combat than he was toward diplomacy. The Ashfields were an important House in the Reach. She hoped her six years at court had prepared her to mend the fence that had come up between their two houses.

Brother, the road was a little rougher than I remember can you please pass me some of your water before we parlay with any one.

Untying his waterskin and handing it to her. Take what you need sweet sister. You look weary, we should of stopped somewhere for a few hours. Perhaps you should seek out Lady Illiria and introduce yourself and maybe she can offer you a bed to rest in. I can hopefully settle this business between Lord Ascar and myself and then we can offer our proposal together at a later time..

Brother, I am right, and we had to travel as you suggested, or possibly face bandits. I came to help you in this matter, and when that is done we shall seek rest.

Mara took the water skin, and drank some. She wanted to drink it all, but she knew that could cause her to become ill. She took some additional water and dapped it on her face to refresh. Shaking the dust from the ride from her hair, she turned to her Brother.

Edric, let us not be rude, and greet our hosts.

Pella smiled and stepped over to the destrier, petting the horse affectionately. "I see you've kept him well", she commented. "Father has no reason be displeased but that has never stopped him before."

Watching Edric's companion dismount, Pella was a little uncertain of who this young woman was. She was beautiful, no doubt, leaving Pella immediately suspicious and slightly resentful, but there was a certain cast to her features...

Pella turned to face Mara directly and curtseyed to her, draping her red & green silk dress even more through the mucky loamy soil. "M'lady, I am Pella Ashfield, welcome to Poppy Hall."

"Introduce your sister please, Edric., Pella requested with a smirk, not so subtly implying that he needed to be reminded - such quiet jibes had long been Pella's way.
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Yes he might be so, but I have lived here longer than I Blue Hall. Lord Ascar is like a father to me , I don't like that we have brought him to anger. Rolling his eyes at yet another one of Pella jibes that were all to common from his time spent at Poppy Hall. Smirking It seems as if you haven't change much since I left 6 years ago. This is my sister Mara, a lady of court from King's Landing and a self proclaimed beauty of the Realm accord to our King. Mara, this is Pella, a healer who skills are unmatched in the all of the 6 Kingdoms.

Walking down from the battlement walls is Lord Ascar Ashfield, he is alone, ... a rare moment as there is normally always someone at his side discussing some business. It seems his only interest is his new arrivals.

He stares down Ser Edric as he walks up to Edric in the courtyard, "Edric, ... 6 years looks good on you, your not so much a boy anymore. In my letter I didn't except you to bring a women, only discuss them." He looks at Lady Mara Neumann with a foul demeanor, he undresses her with his eyes "Such beauty is rare, ... Your a lucky man Ser Edric, .... is this your Lady?" as he turns to his daughter and kisses her on the forehead.


"Where is your mother?" as he whisper in Pella's ear.

It is my pleasure to meet you Pelia. As my brother said, I am Mara, Daughter of the House Neumann, and I am most pleased to meet you. Maybe sometime, Pella when my Brother's business is conducted with your Lord Father I would be pleased to talk to about the ways of healing. At   home, my brothers only talk of fighting and old heroes. It will nice to once again have a conversation that does not have "I took my sword to them"

Mara giggled briefly as she curtsied.

Lady Iliria walks from around the horse "I'm right here my husband."

In reply to Mara Neumann (msg # 48):

"Perhaps that time is now, daughter, ... wife why don't see Lady Mara to a comfortable room you should stay a few days and relax enjoy the fields." He realizes who he was addressing after catching the tail end of her story about her brother.

"Come Ser Edric walk with me." as the lord heads out the gate to walk the fields of red and green.
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The Lord was all that she had heard. Like most men in Westeros he had a certain notion of what a woman was. She wanted to go with her brother, but this was not the time to exercise her independence.

The Lord is a most gracious host. I appreciate the offer of a comfortable room, and of course the grandeur of Poppy Hall. Perhaps, later Lord Ascar later you can give me a personal tour of your home.

In reply to Mara Neumann (msg # 51):

"Perhaps, ..." as he looks at his wife "or better you can have the honor My Lady" .... "What I would enjoy Lady Mara is news from King's landing as you may have heard our King is to marry and we are preparing for the events. Unfortunately we most first meet the Dornes and discuss peace and handle the trade agreement that starts with Lord Steiner and a few others. his attention has shifted quickly from Mara's beauty to his wife and family and or course now his wanted guests as well as his unwanted ones.
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Pella smiled, finding herself liking Mara despite her first reservations "Mara, I would be happy to share some stories, though I fear many of them are quite unseemly and involve the phrase `I took a sword out of them'...perhaps not a great improvement, and with far less honor than a courageous tale of battle."

It seemed to Pella that she could enjoy Mara's company, but for now there was a more pressing issue. Through her own loose tongue, Pella's father had discovered her `investment' in Ser Edric's tournament aspirations, and she felt that she had inadvertently dropped the former Ashfield ward in a deep pot of dung.

In defiance of Lord Ascar's attempt to send his daughter off with the other women, Pella broke away from Mara & Lady Ashfield to follow Ascar & Edric. "Father, perhaps I should accompany Ser Edric and yourself? Do you not wish to discuss what I have chosen to do with what was my destrier?"

In reply to Pella Ashfield (msg # 53):

His eye widen at Pella's attempt to win him over, "NO, This is not meant for your ears." He was firm, and his voice was just off enough to let Pella know not to ask again.

Lady Iliria gently grasps hold of Pella arm and with their arms locked together she then gently attempts to grab lady Mara's, having all three lock arm to arm she leans in "come lady's let the men by boys and the girls be Ladys"

Pella looks at her father with daggers in her eyes, her face flush with quiet fury at being dealt with like a little girl in front of visitors. But, she knew her place, though perhaps not as well as she ought.

She accepts her mother's arm and allowed herself to be escorted back to the hall, fuming but trying to calm down again.

Edric's eyes turned to meet the man On the landing. With a bow Lord Ascar, It is great to see that Poppy Hall and yourself have done well since I have left. I am sorry I did not get to see you when I last came to Poppy Hall. He was just about to introduce Mara when she beat him to it. When Ascar bid Edric to walk with him he followed suit, turning to Pella and giving her an I'll be fine look before stepping out of the gates.

"So Lady Mara what are the lady's of the kings court wearing these days?" as they walk up some stairs to the main chambers within 'Poppy Hall'.

Truly, it is often a competition between the ladies of the Reach and those of the West to determine what fashion will rule the season. I may be bias, but I find that the ladies of the Reach tend to win hands down. The ladies of the West tend to over accessorize with gold and gems. Thinking that will make them seem classy. Where the ladies of the Reach like you I find try to emulate the beauty that is found in our gardens. In spring we bloom with fresh and forgotten color that the Winters tend to hide.

Mara momentarily turned and watch her brother. Pella and Edric obviously knew each other. Back than they we to young, but not so young to wonder and explore. She put it out her head for the time less she miss what the fine Lady was going to say.
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***Caladin

The men were gone for less then an hour. It seemed almost too short. During this time the ladies discuss what lady's do and especially the lady of the House, as she was very interested in the men of court - the single men. At time she ask things that really should be discussed and Mara give the best answer without crossing the line.

****

Edric and Lord Ascar returned to Poppy Hall after their walk. Edric makes a point of finding a servant instead of looking for his sister and the others. I am retire to my chambers for a brief rest. Come and wake me when food has been prepared.
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OOC: To keep the timline even I just had time pass so that more players can be in the same place at the same time.

from msg #37





Its been a long few days crossing the narrow paths and rocky terrace of the Princes Pass has shown you meaning to why they have never taken Dorne by force. House Kolwyn has been good to Wulfgang Tannard for many years but now that peace is here they must be wise and show good faith to the north. House Kaldor a loyal group to House Martell and the Kolwyn's has sent Garin Kaldor to discuss peace and bring back terms. As a show of this good faith you, Wulfgang Tannard are being delivered to Lord Ascar Ashfield a man that is said to be short tempered and foul mouthed to anyone without station or if he's just in a bad mood. You have taken the position of squire to Garin thou his station is not knight it does not matter because by days end tomorrow you will be serving another.

You do feel positive as no one can every take away for you the beauty of the pass the adventure of crossing it and the experience that on name from the north will every have as long a one Dornish man, women or child lives to defend it.


Wulfgang and Garin have reached deep in the Reach the furthest they would ever either would have liked, .... just a short year ago. Up ahead a patrol of men have spotted you, of course who could miss you both with the colors flying on your banner - the House colors of Martell and Kaldor, (you feel like a great big target).

You have given a lot of thought about Garin, you still don't know if he's a master mind or a fool, - traveling completely alone through enemy lands - with only a squire holding a banner with a station that could get them killed by even the commoners. And he does it with pride, honor and a sick focused look.
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After a while Pella's bad mood faded into unrefined awe at Mara's tales of the exotic people and events of King's Landing, which in Pella's mind had become quite the most magnificent city imaginable.

"Mara, will you be travelling to King's Landing for the royal wedding?", she asked eagerly. "Will you introduce me to some of these people? Please? Especially that Tyroshi knight that can spit fire!" she grinned.

I would be honored to introduce you to those at court Pella. I sometimes forget how wonderful it is. When I went I was, but a girl of 16. I was scared of my own shadow than, but the court changes you  like a forge strengthens metal through heat and constant pounding of the Smith's hammer. The metal at first is often soft and brittle. Sometimes do much so it breaks. Court can be that way. You learn to be strong.

Mara wondered to herself if she had become so jaded that she had forgotten the wonderment.

Pella, we will have to get dresses soon. Some of the best dressmakers are from Highgarden. The houses of Ashfield and Neumann will show its petals for the whole court to see and envy.

In reply to Caladin (msg # 62):

Traveling is fun and riding a joy, whoever said those words must have forgotten to mention that one can do these things only for a short time before joy becomes pain and fun becomes fury. Wulfgang did enjoy the scenery but his mind wandered and he caught himself thinking about how he would mount an attack.
While he was still thinking and trying to solve the first hurdle, he noticed a patrol coming their way.
"Se.. Garin, I believe that they are here to welcome us." He sits up straight and tried to look proud to hold the banners of House Martell and Kaldor.
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Edric dressed to greet the Dornishman, wear and blue and black stripped doublet bearing the crest of his Neumann on his right pect complete with a matching scabbard for his longsword. Spying his sister and Pella he made his way over with a grinning on his face. I see M'ladies are talking about their favorite subject, dresses. You might want to include these Dornishmen in your discussion for their clothes are very lady like and made of the finest silk.

Pella nodded enthusiastically at Mara's suggestion, "Yes, we must do that." She looked down at her own dress, mud stained around the hem. "Perhaps something less likely to attract muck, do you think?"

Pella laughed lightly at Edric's comment.

"I don't think I've ever seen a Dornishman that still had a head attached, nor have I seen Dornish fashions not obscured by jagged cuts and blood stains, so this will certainly be a learning experience", Pella joked darkly.

"Speaking of which, your own head still appears to be attached...is all well now, or should I talk to my father?"

all is well with your Lord Father. Ranner is still mine and you will have your horse. He simply wanted to walk and talk.

Pella gives Edric a suspicious look, a little doubtful about such a simple resolution, but decides to accept it. "I apologise for my father, it seems he's asked you to undertake a significant journey for the most trivial of reasons."

She gently places her hand on Edric's wrist to reassure him "Whatever my father said, it is good to see you again...even more so that the cause is not a wound in need of healing."

 In the field where the men of Dorn, encamped, now arrived a lone man  on horseback. He wore the colors of house Ashfield upon his tunic and breeches of fine material. He was garbed more for the hunt, then war, but a sword did ride with him upon his left hip.
 The lad might have almost been an older women, so fine where his facial features, berate of  a man's beard. His hair was dark red  in hue, and his eye color concealed by the brim of the feathered cap,he currently wore.

 Young Mathys made a show of making a complete pass around the camp, just outside of its boundaries,as he took the measure of the Sand men. His actions could perhaps be taken almost as a challenge, or just being curious.

Edric placed his hand on Pella's Don't be to optimistic, it seems as if your brother trying to pick a fight Nodding towards Mathys riding around the Dornish camp.

Pella's brow wrinkled a little as Edric held her hand. That hadn't happened before, not even when they were both children, reading books together in the council room. It felt...reassuring, and warm. She held on, staying in the moment for now.

"I...", she faltered, before collecting herself and coming to her brother's defence, as usual. "Not a single one of the Dornishmen out there have earned the right to camp on our lands. If Mathys provokes them just by circling, they will have proven to be the worthless dogs that soldiers speak of."

  The young man reigned up his horse in front of the Dornish encampment. He stood up in the saddle, and made a mock bow towards those in the camp, then threw back his head and laughed. With that done, Mathys put spur, to the horse's flanks, and rode once more around the camp, before he veered off, and headed towards his sister and... Guests.

 The second son reigned up in front of Pella and guests. He raised his hat to expose his face and regarded his sister. " Good day, Sister mine. I see we have visitors. I hope you are being a good hostess, to the Dorn.  His words where spoken in polite terms, but the sound of his voice, held just a hint of mockery, in its tone.
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Pella smirked at her brother, who knew full well she shared no more love for Dorne than he did.

"I will be as pleasant a host as required, Mathys, but I dare not be too pleasing, in fear of being married off to live in the desert.".

  His sister's rely, made Mathys chuckle, as he dismounted from his horse. The young Knight  regarded the man,standing next to his sister with a measured glance.
 " Ser Edric,  good to see you again. Two questions, I put you your Ser. Did you have a pleasant journey. And the most important, why are you holding my sweet, innocent, sister's hand?" He asked   Playfully.
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Edric moved his hand off of her and turned to great Mathys. Mathys! my old friend how are, and a knight to,we must share stories of our squire-ship over a cask of wine. Giving Pella a quick glance before looking back. I was simply reassuring your sister how you could take on the whole lot of Dorne on your field.

Pella offered Mathys a cold glare as Edric felt compelled to pull away. The ledger of minor annoyances between the twins had been relatively even over the years, and it looked as though the tally was going to be progressed again.

"Quite so. I was telling Edric that you'd knock every Dornishman out cold if only they all could stand within range your breath."

I know many hate the Dorne, but it is a brave new time we enter. Our King seeks to heal the wounds of the past by bringing home the lost children of Dorne. As much as all of us would like to taunt and challenge them for their transgressions. We are called to a higher duty. This duty will test us all on whether we are loyal to the King's edicts, or do our darker passions rule us. I do not say forget, but it may be a time where we must forgive for the betterment of all.

Mara spoke with a soft confidence. She knew all three had seen the horror of war. She did not wish to diminish that, but to usher in peace would in that horror. They would once again re enter a time of building. Westeros could move forward, and help its people versus diverting its funds and resources to a hopeless war.

Pella opens her mouth to argue with Mara, but finds herself completely unable to make a valid argument. Certainly there were plenty of reasons to hate the Dornish, but war is costly and the results unpleasant. The world did not need more good smallfolk turned into orphans and cripples because of arrogant and inconsiderate highborn.

Also, Pella considered, Mara spoke as a lady of the royal court - it suddenly dawned on her that Mara's view may also be the way the Targaryen saw the treaty with the Dornish. Perhaps being out of step with this view when visiting King's Landing could be very difficult, even dangerous!

"Yes but...yes." Pella said hesitantly as these new and challenging thoughts ran through her mind. "Yes, you are right, I think, Mara", she added uncertainly.
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  Mathys could,and often was  arrogant,and had a biting wit, when he wished, but today, he seemed in good spirits. A chuckle and a slap on Edric's shoulder, ignoring his sister's barb... For now. " I  might need some help, in that, Edric. Perhaps we might have some time to hunt, before we all depart for King's Landing. The Deer are many this season, and a fine feast, if we can bring them low."

 The young son of the House Ashfield tossed his reins to a passing servant and then made a slight bow to the lady. " Lady Neumann,  a great pleasure, to see you again. It is hoped that your journey, was pleasant." Mathys observed the courtesies, but his eyes roamed over her charms, like a potential buyer at market.
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Mara had seen Mathys type before. The ones that thought a woman was nothing more than property to bevtaken.  She had decided while at court that to some point this was true, but if she was going to be taken by a man it would be on her terms. The costs would be high, and the man would have more intellect than a rock.

Ser Mathys, your attention flatters me greatly, but be thee wary. My brother is known to be very protective of my being, and considers it disrespectful to myself as well as him to stare to hard or long.

She maybe sure that her tone carried warmth, so she would not be seen to be mocking him

Giving Mara a stern look. Mara, I am sure Mathys meet no disrespect. As for the hunt, I am a little rusty with a bow, but I.m sure I can still bag more than you.

 A  man with a silken tongue and or schooled far better then Mathys, in etiquette, would have a glib response. But he was not so suited, by nature, or temperament, so spoke candidly. " Lady Neumann, If my gaze lingers upon a woman, it is because I find her pleasing to the eye. It is not meant as an insult, but a compliment. If a man takes issue with something I do, I not hard to find." The young man was so bold as to rake  her, with his eyes, again, before he turned his attention to the group, as a whole.

 " Why do we all stand outside, anyway? I am sure that guests are meant to be given wine, and victuals. What say you sister, shall we retire to the Hall? I  might even  lay low a few servants  with my breath."  He gave Pella that bit of a smirk, he reserved only for her.

"Lady Mara, you must excuse my brother; he stares because he knows he will never have a match as kind or intelligent as yourself."

"In time, after my father has exhausted all other options for a match, due to Mathys' entirely mysterious and not at all predictable lack of appeal to highborn girls, he will no doubt be married off to a swineherd's daughter...and even then my brother may have more luck with the sow than his lady wife."

Smiling graciously, with the air of one who believes she has earned a confirmed tick on the sibling annoyance tally, Pella gestured the family's guests towards the hall.

"I do agree, though, that we may wish to retire to the hall. Perhaps we'll be served roast pork tonight, as father seeks to curry favour with Mathys' future father in law.", she suggested, favouring Mara with a conspiratorial wink.
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RE-CAP

A letter was sent requesting that House Ashfield and his supporting bannermen attend the king's wedding to the Dorneish Princess.

Lord Ascar of House Ashfield, short tempered, and instructed to form a trade agreement with Garin Kaldor of House Kaldor, Petyr Chiffon of House Chiffon as well as House Steiner.

House Steiner & House Chiffon have arrived early and wait in the field to be accepted by House Ashfield, they bring 50+men with them.

Lord Ascar Ashfield moves quickly to ready him family for 'Peace', he well knows that many things are going to change and if they are not ready the family as well as his bannermen will not come out on top.

Dyllan Redbrush is sent to greet Garin Kaldor. He leave with a few men to intimidate the Kaldor boy.

Ser Victarion Ashfield is getting ready to meet House Steiner & House Chiffon, he has been instructed to invite them to Poppy Hill to discuss the trade agreements. The Lord will not meet them on the field.

Ser Edric Neumann has been called to House Ashfield to speak with the Lord. His sister Mara Neumann decides to go with him.

Pella Ashfield has been included with most of the different issues but her mother seems to be more interest in going to Kings Landing and handing her daughter off for marriage.

As they walked, Mara moved next to Pella speaking in hush tones.

Perhaps before the guests are formally greeted, you could come to my room. I have brought several dresses and various satchels as well as scents. We could make sure both of us look as flowers of the Reach do.

Leaning close so only Pella could hear.

Even though we understand that we have thorns, and are not so helpless as men would have us be.

In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 83):

Ser Victarion is getting a few men ready to head out, in fact he has gathered some of the best fighters to ride with him.


"Well little brother maybe you should mount back up and ride out too greet them properly. And if you knew anything little brother they came under the 'Nobles Call' .... you riding around just made you look foolish - if they did do something it would mean a fight. And you just greeted our guests with an insult so now if they don't want to come here father will be advised it was your doing, ...."

"But the young brave knight and his Dorne haters may want to try their luck with apologies, .... these are father's words, ... not mine, .... I listen and obey and you all best do the same."


Ser Victarion has little, really no love for any Dorne - less so those he fought against. Victarion is actually in agreement but after his father's tongue lashing he will do what his father wants and get everyone in that same frame of mind.

Victarion is more a fighter but his father now wants him to learn to be more of a leader. Leading also includes politics which he most learn sooner then later.

"Well what say you all?"

Ser Victrion, I will ride out with you, let me first get my horse then we can be off. Edric goes and retrieves Ranner and returns wait for the rest of the riders to head out.

Brother bring Wintermoon and what ever Pella rides. In Dorne, the men and women are closer to equals in all things. But, Lord Ashfield is correct the pride of Dornish runs very deep. Wisdom would dictate that we come to them as a sign of goodwill.

Will do sister. turning to Pella And what horse will you be riding M'Lady?
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  At the words of his older brother,he turned his head and spat upon the ground. " That for the Dorn." He swung up into the saddle again.
 " The Dornish, are no better then dogs. I would say that they should be quartered in the kennels, except I would not want our hound's getting the mange. Aye, the King has declared peace, and our Father shall heed it, as will I. But that does not mean, I have to treat them like there was no war." He glared at his older brother.
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Pella sighs, quite unenthused at the prospect of meeting the Dornishmen when she could've been having fun with scents and dresses. But, if Mathys were going, there would need to be someone to try and mop up the mess he might make if he opens his mouth.

"My palfrey, Meryn - he's a grey. Thank you, Edric."

Edric returned with the Horse, just helping Mara onto her horse then Pella.

Time Pass ready to go great Dorne when whereone else is.

Mara beamed with pride, he was a true knight. He acted chivalrously at all times. Mor than that, he was a good brother, and one day would be a good husband.


Time passes as everyone prepares

Polina had arrived quietly at Poppy Hall yesterday.  Hoping for a warm welcome from her new husband and family, she was sorely disappointed in the reception she received.  Turns out, the king's wedding invitation had arrived before she had, and everyone in the Hall was talking about the trip to King's Landing and bustling to prepare.  Well, she tried to justify to herself, Victarion had married her almost a month ago.  She must already be old news here.  Polina sighed as a stray servant was assigned to show her to her room and help her unpack.

Today, she was still arranging her things to her liking when she heard that her husband would be riding out with other members of the household to meet the Dornish who would be their guests.  Throwing down the dress she had been tucking carefully into a wardrobe, she determined to be there with him.  This was her home now, no matter how new she was to it, and it was right and proper for a lady to be present to welcome new guests...even if they were Dornish.  Quickly, she donned a riding dress of forest green to match her eyes (and her new house, she reminded herself).  Then she slipped on her favorite pieces of jewelry, fashioned from pale amber the exact same shade as her father's Arbor gold wine.  She tied back her long brown hair with a red ribbon, wishing she dared take the time to braid it properly, and examined her image in the mirror.  No denying it, she still looked like a nervous, 16 year-old girl, not a genteel lady.  She schooled her features to a calmer demeanor and left her room.  She found the stables on her own and had just gotten her palfrey saddled in time to follow a young knight out to the welcoming party.

Seeing all the strangers arrayed there, it was easy to spot her husband.  His was the only face she recognized, though he was much more intimidating as he prepared to meet the unwelcome visitors.  She felt reassured to see other women there, and nodded to them in silent greeting as she passed.  She wouldn't be an oddity in this group.  She gripped her reigns tightly, trying to push down her sudden nervousness, rode over to greet Victarion...the husband she barely remembered from his brief visit a month ago.

"It is good to see you again, husband.  I would like to ride with you to greet our new guests, if it please you."  Polina was, perhaps, a bit too formal, but her mother always said, proper courtesies would see a lady through many awkward circumstances.

Pella watched the new girl riding up to the group, not able to place her...she felt certain that if a highborn girl (a very highborn girl) had come to...wait...did she say husband? Oh by the gods!

Instantly Pella's face turned bright red as she realised that somehow she had not been told that Victarion's bride, her own new sister, had arrived at Poppy Hall. Guiltily she recalled Justman trying to tell her something about her sister the previous day, but she had ignored it, assuming that Alianna wanted to be the focus of attention - again.

What could she say or do to make up for this galling oversight? Pella smiled awkwardly at...Polonia? Ponina? What was her name again? In her head Pella begged for the ground to swallow her whole and save her the embarrassment of trying to make amends with the future Lady Ashfield.
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In reply to Polina Ashfield (msg # 95):

Victarion rides up to his lovely wife, he smiles pleased to see her out and about. His attention and demeanor changes quickly at her sight. He ride in close to her, horses side by side almost touching. He leans in, .....

speaking softly and at a very low tune, ....
What are you doing? These Dorne are not friendly I'm not sure if this is a good idea. I don't want to loss my wife if this doesn't go well.

Are you sure you want to come?

Mara seeing Pella's distress jumped to her future sister's aid the best she could. Speaking to Polina.

I am Mara of House Neumann, an you must be Pella's sister in law. After this little jaunt myself and Pella were going to go and make ourselves presentable for the Dornes reception. I know that Pella and I would love you to join us.

   Mathys remounted his horse, and made ready to ride with the rest of the group. But the young man felt there was one last thing, to be said. " Alright, Brother, you claim I insulted the Dorn, by my ride, around their camp. But tell me something, what would you call,  a so called " peace" mission, that brings fifty armed men, with it?  I say, that is more of an insult, then my actions, this day."

 The second son of Ashfield nodded to the new arrival, with a slight bow of his head. " good day, Lady."
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Victarion looks at Mara. ... its not exactly a nice look. He is very much like his father. A Bit less short tempered and a bit no so quick with the tongue. He is also very much into status and everyone has their place. And the look he gives Mara is one that she is not her husband and not part of their marriage or this discussions. But he says nothing out of respect for his fellow bannermen and guest present he simple pulls his horse away regardless of his wife's reply.

In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 99):

After Victarion little episode with his wife, he heads to the gate to exit Poppy Hill. As he passes his brother, "Its call a Show of Force, just like what father has done with the lone knight coming from the Princes Pass. And you, ... would you travel to Dorne with anything less than 20 men for any reason, why would you consider they would do any less then you....And it's 25 men from each house"

"That's why little brother I am the heir to Poppy Hill."


Victarion is not always this way in fact he makes many mistake and his father is often correcting him but he never makes the same mistake twice.

Her eyes warm as he approaches, but then widen as he issues his warning.  They are close enough that she could reach out to lay a soft hand on his, but she pulls back before touching him, nervous of making things worse.  Glancing at the other ladies in his group, she answers in a low voice to match his.

"If they are going, then so am I.  I cannot learn anything about your--our--house by staying in my room."

Then Mara introduces herself, turning his ire toward her instead of Polina, and he rides away.  Polina swallows, then shows Mara a smile.

"Thank you, Lady Mara.  I am Polina." A glance at her husband's back as she makes her own introduction.  "I've just arrived from the Arbor.  It would be my pleasure to go with you and Pella after this.  I'm sure we'll have much to talk about."  She turns her smile to Pella, hoping this awkward meeting won't stain the relationship they might have as sisters.

She returns the young knight's nod somberly, only realizing that he is her brother-in-law after Victarion chastises him. She's beginning wonder if maybe Vistarion was right about her staying away, but it's too late to turn back now.

Pella seems entirely unconcerned by Victarion's little snit, and is silently grateful to Mara for breaking the ice. "Its a pleasure to finally meet you, Paluna. Welcome to Poppy Hall", she offers sincerely.

"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself yesterday, I was...doing other things that were very important.", Pella lied unconvincingly. Sensing that her lie could be taken as an insult, she hurriedly added "Not more important than you, but...important. Sorry."

Pella dear, I am sure Polina understands, and takes no insult. She understands much is happening in the House, and since she and I for that matter are new to this surroundings there will probably be a time of awkward adjustment as each of us learns about each other. So, let are brave protectors lead on. The Dornes are a proud people, but not so stubborn that they would attack women offer warm salutations. Most important be confidant. They are from a culture that has many strong women in position both in legend and fact.

She patted her beloved Wintermoon. In last few days, she had ridden him more than all the time she was back from court. Her family often treated her like a wilting flower in need of protection when it came to physical activities.

Gentle Sers, I believe your humble entourage is ready.

Ser Victarion Ashfield begins to ride out the gate followed by five of the house guards. Victarion takes the house banner from a post as he rides out.

As everyone mounts up they head out following Victarion's lead. The ground today if firm and the sound of the horses galloping starts to make hearts race. Victarion circles the hill and follows the main road around one of the many poppy fields that these lands are so famous for.

As they clear the hill and field standing before the group are two men standing watch over the road leading to the Dorne camp. One raise his hand, his gesture is to stop, but Victarion continues. As he passes them, "I, nor any with, have come to talk with you, move aside you are in our lands and you will make way for the nobles and ladies of Poppy Hill." Not waiting for a reply he ride pass them.

They quickly step aside and one signals to the camp.

The camp is spread out and there are several tents, in the center are two massive tents, one is in the house colors of Chiffon, yellow, grey and crimson. The other tent in blue and red the colors of House Steiner.

The men of this camp are around fires and tending to their day to day duties, but they all stop. Some look fixedly at Ser Victarion, others at Ser Mathys and many at the Ladies. One solider walks up to the Ladies standing behind him are four others "If any are interested in a Dorne lover I will be glad to serve the lady of the Reach, ... or maybe you loss interest in the boys and want to just know a man, ..." he laughs as he looks up at ladies.

Edric trouts his Horse over to the soldier, stopping right in front of the man and positioning his horse as to obstruct the man view of the ladies, he leans down with a sarcastic grin upon his face. Or maybe they are here simply to hold your woman at bay from seeking us because as I have heard it, it's your princess that abandoning her snakes for our king and not the other was around.

"He thinks he's a man?" The solider is well in his middle age perhaps even pushing 30 years. "Our woman can take you boy, and that is a fact, ... as far as our princess well sooner or later she will be your queen and the Reach will be running with little 'Sands'." he has a cocky grin on his face as he looks back at the others, they start to smile and some laugh.

"And it was your 'Blessed' that come to Dorne, ...."

   The second son of Poppy Hall, rode with the group, next to his elder brother. Mathys was going to do his best, not to start anything with the Dorn.  But when a common soldier, spoke to the Ladies,  like they where whores, a retort was on the tip of his tongue. But when he heard the comment about the Dornish Queen, to be, he roared with laughter, instead.

Usually ready with a smart remark, Pella's regular arrogance faded completely as the party rode into the Dornish camp.

The least travelled of the Ashfields, Pella has never been in the company of so many people that she didn't know before. Pella's only exposure to Dornish soldiers in the past had been through the damage they'd dealt to people she cared about; the stabs, the lascerations, the broken bones and torn muscles of a hundreds of soldiers added to their intimidation.

Pella's nervousness heightened when Edric started provoking the soldiers; her face pale, she focused entirely on her riding, holding Meryn's reins as tightly as possible.
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Edric turned to see who was laugh, but instead he noticed that Pella was scare. We will just have to wait to see the color of the children hair before we know if you are right. Fail to even turn his attention back to the Dornishman as he spoke. We have more important matters to attend to this this petty argument. Edric rode off and took his spot next to Pella whispering. There is no reason to be afraid M'Lady. We are just here to tell Lord Chiffon and Steiner to meet with your father in Poppy Hall then we will be off.

Edric, you are right. We need not engage ourselves in name calling and vulgar Behavior. These men show their true colors for they know that we travel under a diplomatic banner. It is easy to act brave when they know that the other persons hands are tied. Most likely, they have never felt the love of a woman, or they would speak with civility.

She turns and looks at the soldiers hard.

I have had the honor of meeting true Dornish Lords. You men know that your Lords would never allow such rude behavior. If, I was to ask one to defend my honor they would forget about all hatred for the rest of Westeros, make sure that I was defended. They would show you little mercy until you begged my forgiveness.
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Despite her attempts not to pay attention, one of the Dornishmen catches her eye; a scarred veteran with his front teeth missing, leering visibly at the young lady of the Reach. Pella quickly averts her eyes again as the man begins making suggestive motions, staring instead at Victarion riding in front of her.

The thought of what could happen if something went wrong chilled her to the bone; every soldier had taught Pella that the Dornish were perverts and rapists with less morals and more hunger than a barrel full of rats. Her father, her brothers had faced the Dornish in combat, as had almost every man from Ashfield town, and she suddenly truly appreciated how fearsome battle must be.

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry.", Pellla mumbles to Edric apologetically, wiping her watery eyes with her hand, ashamed and embarrassed by her emotional reaction. As Mara speaks strong truths like a true lady ought, Pella condemns herself with the realisation that she is probably the most cowardly person in the Reach.
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In reply to Mara Neumann (msg # 111):

The soldiers are lightly dressed and all in a similar fashion with tan leather britches and white shirts. On their right sleeves embroidered in red and blue are the standard of House Steiner, ... looking about many of the men are well seasoned in age. Then a man, one of the few young men around, ..... in Dorne fashion the young man is well dressed and in light leather armor stamped with a crab on his chest, he walks tall and straight up from behind the solider, those that were laughing have now stoped.

Mara is unsure if they have stopped because of her comment or from this man's presences.

Mara's stared cold and hard at these men. She would not give them the satisfaction to know how much she truly was scared. She owed that measure of bravery to the other two ladies with her. Such bravery was shown to her by her mother when she was sent to court, and she was her mother's daughter.

Edric offer his sleeve to Pella so she may dry her eyes, but his attention falls on the new comer, to whom he tries to recognize.

In reply to Mara Neumann (msg # 111):



The young man quickly draws a dagger, ... then cuts the man just under his embroidered standard, the white shirt quickly turns red with blood. The solider grabs his arm and looks up at the young man. He say nothing just bows his head low in respect.

"You are absolutely correct M'Lady we Lords would not except such behavior, .... My hatred is set aside what will you have me do with him?"

"Kneel Sea Dog,  .... beg the Ladies forgiveness!" he then cleans his blade on his back as the man takes to both knees with his head down. "M'Lord, I'm a solider of Dorne and I will not beg, however I do respectfully ask the lady's forgiveness, ...."

As if a switch was turned on and off from anger to gentleman he looks up, extend his open hand, asking without words for the lady's hand. "Is the Lady one of Mercy?"
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Mara looked at the soldier compassionately. Then gives her hand to the Dornish Lord, so he can aid her from getting off Wintermoon. As she stands, she staggers for a moment. Her frailty showing through, but refusing to look like the sick little girl she once was. She forces herself to stand tall and proud.

I would not have you beg to me. I would ask though that you in the future remember this day, and in doing so you will always show respect to ladies no matter what station. I pray good soldier that if you have a wife or daughter that they are treated with respect by all men also. Lord of Dorne, I believe there has been to much killing and hatred between the Reach and Dorne. It is a time for mercy and forgiveness.

She smiled at the Lord, and glances to her companions.

I am Mara of House Neumann. I travel with the Heir to House Ashfield and his wife, Victarion and Polina. His brother and sister, Mathys and Pella, and the Blonde knight is my Brother Edric.

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In reply to Mara Neumann (msg # 117):

"I am Vernon Steiner first son of Lord Dannor Steiner, master of his sails, captain of the 'Claw' and son of the Father, child of the Mother, weapon of the Smith, servant of the Warrior, student of the Crone, love of the Maiden, and the deceiver of the Stranger. And that man there" ... as he points to two guards and Lord Stainer himself ... "is my Lord and Father Dannor Steiner." he kiss Mara's hand "Welcome to our camp, ... you are all welcomed please allow me to walk you over to my father's tent."

Looking back at the solider he gives a jest with his hand, dismissing him and the others.

As he walks he glances over each slowly as if measuring their weight and value, them speaking to Victarion & Mathys he makes a brief introduction "My father Lord Dannor Steiner, these are the sons and daughters of House Ashfield father they have come seeking your audience."
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Shocked by the young lord's air dominance over his men, Pella stared at the Steiner heir wide-eyed, then wincing as the soldier's shirt began to flower with blood. Whatever had been upsetting Pella she snapped out of now, as long practiced habits took over. A man had been hurt; that was all she needed to focus on for now.

Pella dismounted Meryn easily and started rummaging through her healer's satchel as she approached the man rising from his knees to leave. "You. Get up, take your shirt off...I'll inspect the wound.", she clipped, apparently unaware of the somewhat confused and amused looks on the faces of men nearby whose minds were still somewhat focused on sexual suggestions.

"I'd wager a stag that you'll need stitches, judging by your shirt.", Pella commented, as she cleared a nearby table and started laying out her supplies.

She waved off her travelling companions distractedly as they were all invited to meet Lord Steiner. "Go, I'm busy." she said dismissively, now fully focused on her craft.

In reply to Pella Ashfield (msg # 119):

Vernon Steiner can't believe what he is seeing. His face in in utter amazement as Pella tends to the wounded man. He smile, then chuckles and then laughs, its as if the more he thinks about it and the more he sees the funnier he find the moment.

He walks back "Lady Pell?" as if he almost asking if he got it right. "There is no need, ... he will live, and the scare will remind him of this day and the already merciful acts of your house." Again as a noble gentleman extends his hand to help her stand "Please my father awaits you, ..." asking if she would give up this act and think about joining them.

Lord Steiner is not amused by both Pella and his son. One eyebrow raised then his lip begins to swell on one side. "I'm glade you find it so amusing son, ... now go fetch Lord Chiffon. Let him know we have visitors."

A servant opens the tents flips, Lord Steiner turns his back and begins to enter his tent "Come let us sit inside and speak over wine." 

Pella appears unaware of the tone of disapproval around her, distractedly annoyed at having to explain herself as she begins to clean the soldier's wound. "Have you seen a cut turn bad?" she snapped at the Steiner heir. "Have you tried to treat a wound that has festered? Arrogant men may die in any number of ways, and the Seven know they die often enough, but the worst path to death is negligence. This cut is certainly deep enough to merit attention", she stated as the soldier tried not to wince at her prodding.

Done with the Steiner heir, she addressed the lord in slightly more moderated tones. "With respect, Lord Steiner, I've no great interest in attending the royal wedding under talk of Dornishmen dead because of a visit to Poppy Hall in times of peace - it is unfortunate enough that blood has been spilled on our fields. Please excuse me while I repair this damage; you have highborn guests enough without me."
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Edric enters the tent, taking a seat next to where ever his sister sits. He refuses any wine so that his senses can be keep clean. He refuses to speak, this was house Ashfield show so he lets Victarion take the lead.

Mara allows the Ashfields to enter before she does. She fines her place and graciously accepts the wine.

The inside of the tent is lavish. The center has a large circular table, no more them 18 inches off the ground. There are 4 dark skinned servants in thin loose robs. Sitting on the floor are dozens of pillows, plush and positions around the table. The servants quickly take food trays from behind a curtain but wait for The lord to sit before offering him food, water, & wine.

Lord Steiner takes a sit positioning himself facing the tent entrance. He lays across the pillows as if sitting up on a plush bed. Smiling he sees the somewhat curious face as his guests look about the tented room. For the men this seems like fancy whore house, for the ladies, its out of a dream.

Entering from behind the group are 2 more men baring House Steiner colors they enter so quickly and they almost bump into the group. "Excuse us, ..."

Lord Steiner, "Please sit relax, I know we are not in Dorne but I thought to bring it here. One of our many costumes is to first make sure guests eat and drink before discuss politics and business." "Please sit enjoy, partake with me." His emotions are hard to read there is a low tune in his voice but still stern, his posture is relaxed but still noble, ... his speech is well trained.

The men from behind work their way around the room and station themselves on a pillow with both there knees, just slightly behind the lord to his right. They sit straight, backs upright and say nothing not even introducing themselves.

Seeing Lord Steiner take a relax position, Edric follows suit taking a plump looking pepper from one of the trays. It seems our two cultures aren't that different after all. It is customary that when a traveler enters a homestead, the Lord offers him wine, bread and salt to show he is welcomed and now under that Lord's protection. Edric takes a bite out of the pepper and instantly starts coughing as the heat from the pepper washes over his senses.

 Young Mathys remained behind, with his twin sister, as she went to tend the Soldier of Dorn. His sword was loose in its scabbard, as he watched the many around them. He remained behind to guard his sister's well being, as well as her honor.
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In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 127):

Vernon Steiner actions seem to have calm the soldiers and they no longer instigate, nor even look in the direction of Pella or Mathys. In fact they all make their way back to their duties and forget that they are even around. The wounded soldier that she is tending too, waits for the crowd of solider to disperse and then polity as he looks up at Mathys grabs her hand "M"Lady you can not nor will I allow you to continue, I have already been dishonored and know your actions further dishonors my name." He now stands holding his wound and walks away.

 The young son of House Ashfield, stiffened, when the soldier dared to touch his sister. His hand went to the hilt of his dagger, but refrained from drawing it, by sheer force of will. He walked over to his twin and placed a comforting hand upon her shoulder.
 " Sister,mine, your heart is your weakness, but I love you, for you being you. Let the Dog of Dorn bleed." He attempted to guide her towards the tent, where his Elder brother went. But Mathys, did take one last hard look at the Dornish soldier, he would remember that face, in the coming days.
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Corinne Flowers took a long drink from the waterskin hanging at her hip and sighs happily at the taste of the still cool spring water, she made a contented sound as the water slowly poured down the side of her face and into her armour. It was very pleasing not to have to worry about conserving food or water as her small party neared the end of their return trip. Corinne was a powerfully built woman wearing well made but worn riding clothes with the sigil of House Ashfield on her breast, with her road three companion all House Ashfield armsmen of one sort or another and all wearing fairly similar garb although not as fine as hers. Corinne was the Mistress of the Horse for House Ashfield and a trained knight although she'd never stood the vigil or taken the Oaths, she was responsible for maintaining the fine cavalry mounts of the Houses cavalry and knights. That had been the whole point of this little trip each man road one of the newest young destrier warhorses that had just reached maturity, each of the men with her were experienced war riders as well. They had taken the young unproven warhorses on a long patrol around the edges of House Ashfields holdings in an attempt to find potential faults with the young warhorses. Over all it had been a very successful patrol, three of the four horses had had minor problems but those had easily been dealt with by experienced hands, the fourth was a problem. It had taken to the saddle badly from the start and only gotten worse as the patrol went on, it was rideable by a skilled horse rider but putting a distracted lander on it during a fight was asking for trouble. Corinne was not looking forward to explaining to Lord Ascar that one of the expensive pure blood warhorses was not fit for combat, although getting a lancer killed trying to ride a horse that had been badly trained by its breeder was a even worse option. Corinne almost pitied the poor horse breeder when Lord Ascar got ahold of him almost it was hard to pity man who'd beaten a horse until it was scared of a stable.

Corinne slowly lowered the waterskin and capped it carefully as the road twisted in front of her small party and the great hall of House Ashfield a smile on her lips at the thought of returning to her home and what she thought of as her family. Suddenly she stopped raising her hand to signal a halt to the rest of her band at the sight of them encampment ahead of them, too small to be a war party but insulting large to simply be an envoy. Although secretly Corinne admitted that it wasn't insultingly large at all considering how bandit infested the realm was, her patrol had helped three different families of small folks deal with petty thieves and bandits including was quick a brutal fight with twenty bandits attacking a small trading caravan. They'd been scarily well armed as well obviously broken me fleeing the war but they'd had no stomach for a real life and between the caravan guards and four armoured lancers charging hell for leather into their rear, that had been to much for them. A few were dead now the rest had fled and Corinne had hoped to talking Lord Ascar into releasing some lancers and footmen to go hunt them down but with the Dornish envoy that she'd been hearing about here, she doubted he would.

Corinne's body ached pleasantly from long riding and her ass and crotch ached far less pleasantly she stank from days in the saddle too close to horses and with little chance to wash her clothing or herself, she really wanted to go back to the hall and take a bath then make sure her brothers and sisters were okay. They had to be worrying about getting married off the sand born gits, although at least a bastard like herself didn't have to worry about Lord Ascar or anyone else taking a interest in her marital life. Unfortunately she couldn't go home just yet, instead she raised her hand signaling the other lancers to dismount while still out of sight of the dornish. "It looks like our guests have arrived, boys." There they carefully removed their armour from the pack horses and quickly began to don it, it was a quick process each of them knew their business and helped the others, so that within a several minutes they'd been transformed from weary travelers into worn but proud lancers. Corinne wore well worn but well maintained full plate with the flower sigil defiantly painted on her shield and on her chest, the other men wore long knee length chain hauberks and carried heavy kite shaped shields with the red poppy wreath on a field of green painted on them.

The road out into view of the dornish camp and the great hall smartly putting on the best show they could for their guests from across the mountains and deserts, Corinne herself rode without her helmet on as a sign that she wasn't looking for a fight. Not exactly the best solution considering the fact that it showed her face which bore a remarkable resemblance to her mother Lady Iliria, leaving little doubt as to at least one side of her parentage although her long curly dirty blonde hair which she had tied back at the moment was all her father. Her small band road toward the Dornish camp which they would have to pass to get to the great hall anyway, doing their best to show lack of concern but preparedness.

In reply to Wulfgang Tannard (msg # 65):

"Wulfgang my boy I don't see and markings, Do you? He looks like a solider or knight but he maybe unaware our reason for being here."


The men at the top of the crest split up in three groups one heads left one heads right and the other straight down the field intersecting the road that travels around this crest and to Poppy Hill.

at the looks of things if you new any better you would say maybe bandits - they are without standards, colors, banner there is nothing not a something to show who they are, then splitting up and two flanking and as one charges down the middle, this is insane their almost in a formation.

Pella purses her lips as the Dornish soldier as he walks off, making no remark but becoming thoughtful instead. She begins packing away her tools and supplies, storing them neatly in her satchel.

"As you say, Mathys." said Pella as she affectionately held her twin's arm. "Spilled blood of the First Men made our fields fertile a thousand years ago; I will not concern myself if Dornishmen wish to feed our crops anew."

As her...sister Corinne approached, Pella gestured towards the horses with her free hand, before following Mathys towards the Steiner's tent.

We thank you for the hospitality, my Lord. We have come to make sure all is in readiness for when you meet Lord Ascar. His first Son Victarian wanted to come out first to assure all arrangements were met.

Mara was amazed at Victarian and Mathys lack of diplomatic skill. The Lord had his son assure they were respected and given them food and drink in a sign of friendship. Yet, one is outside and the other sits silently. This was their meeting, but maybe she could give it the boost needed.

In reply to Mara Neumann (msg # 133):

"What arrangements ? I have made them, as you can see, ... So when will he come to see us?"

His head is slightly tilted, with one hand covering his mouth and is fingers stroking his upper lip. He takes a fruit from a silver dish, and after each bite of fruit, - he is seen cleaning his teeth under his lips with his tongue (the tongue is not exposed or visible). AS he is in thought, .... Then he sucks his teeth before he speaks again.

"You are all, not actually here to tell me he is not coming?"
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 Just as the Noble of Dorn, asked that question, Pella and Mathys entered the tent, and moved over to be near the Elder brother. Mathys made a curt nod to their hosts, as  he released the hand, of his twin sister. He looked around and his expression was one of not being the least bit impressed by the trappings of Dorn.
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Edric coughing had died down and his eyes stopped watering. In sat in silence for a few awkward moments, letting House Ashfield take the reins, but when no reply came from Victorian he leaned forward and placing his hands upon the table. M'Lord I regret to inform you that Lord Ashfield will not be meeting with you in your tent. He instead wishes for you and Lord Chiffon to come to Poppy Hall and treat with him there. A subtle difference I know between your tent and his hall, but he only wishes to be a gracious host.

Corinne Flowers nodded as she saw her younger sisters hand wave and could figure out what it meant all too well, it wasn't a big surprise that they didn't want to trust their horses to the sandborn dornishmen who'd come to call. It was part of her duties as Mistress of the Horse to look after the riding mounts anyway and in all honesty it made her feel better to be able to be close enough to look after her younger brothers and sisters. Corinne honestly couldn't always tell if they liked her as their half sister or not and honestly she didn't care much, she treated them with the deference of the young lordlings they were and look after them as a older sister should without be too obtrusive about it. It was the lot in life the Seven had given her and she didn't mind it, mostly anyway like any woman she had dreams and ambitions beyond what she was now but Corinne's father had been a die hard realist and he'd hammered those same values into his daughter. The blonde haired female lancer couldn't really expect much more out of life than this, so best do it right and proper.

The armoured woman turned the armsmen traveling with her and quickly passed her orders to them, she sent the one man riding the horse that was saddle shy back to the great hall with her orders for the stable staff. He was even more exhausted and pained than the other men from riding a horse that really didn't like or want to be ridden so if anything happened he'd be at a intense disadvantage and his mount would be as much a threat as the enemy. The orders were to start gather up feed and fodder for the house horses and start storing them away in stables, the dornish had bloody well better have brought such things for their horses but no one knew how long this little summit might last. If they started to eat their way through the local field fodder then House Ashfield by guest right would have to feed their horses, so it was best to be ready in case that necessity came upon them. She knew her staff would already have started doing something like that but with an official order they could start to really bring in and store up the amounts they might need.

The blonde haired bastard born woman smiled softly as she eyed the dornish horses which were a sight to behold, they where small and more slender than the heavy destiers she and the other armsmen were riding but they were certainly not the oversized riding dogs that some ignorant louts prattled on about. She knew horseflesh and she wondered at the sight of the dornish warmblood mares who had been breed for jackrabbit acceleration and a level of endurance her heavy warmount could never even dream of. Hers was a heavy destrier breed for pure muscle and mass with slow but inevitable acceleration on the charge firmly in mind, breed to carry a fully armoured lancer into the fight, charge, then charge again. Corinne almost licked her lips at the sight of the horses and wondered if she could get Lord Ascar to purchase a few breeding mares or a stud from them, if she could some of that into the bloodlines of her own Reach stallions.

Corinne closed her eyes and cleared her mind quickly of that thought which was far too premature considering who they were dealing with, although the thought never left the back of her quick mind. One other odd thing that Corinne noticed was that she was not receiving anywhere near the number of odd, quizzical, or openly hostile looks she normally received as a woman in full fighting kit who obviously knew what she was doing. That was another thing she didn't think about as her party came to halt around her siblings horses and Corinne easily slide her armoured form off her horse and onto the ground before moving to check her horse, the other men did the same she'd trained them well to think of their horses first. After a quick check over and rub down Corinne ordered the armsmen under her command to see to her half siblings horses, and make sure they were tied off. While they worked she moved close to the tent entrance waiting for her half siblings to finish up their diplomacy and keeping an ear out for trouble. While she did she reached into a saddlebag and pulled out a apple using her her dagger to slowly cut pieces of the fresh bright red fruit, eating one herself then giving the second to her own mount.

In reply to Ser Edric Neumann (msg # 136):

"You say gracious host, .... And what is your station that you speak in turn?"

Pointing to Victorian "You are his 1st son, Do all your servants speak in turn?"

His brow curls down as he continues,.... "Gracious would have been to come down form that hill and leave the comforts of his bed to greet fellow Lords and Ladies that have traveled days at his 'Kings' request. Instead we play 'Who's the better' ...."

Ser Victorian is shocked at Lord Steiner's behavior, he know of his reputation but didn't image him this way. He saw him more crude less political, not so well spoken, ... Victorian does not reply instead he stares hoping Lord Steiner will just strike with a straight insult so he can just walk out.

Lord Steiner just looks into the eyes of Ser Victorian, and Victorian does the same. Neither laying down for the other, .....

In reply to Corinne Flowers (msg # 137):

Coming from a nearby tent are 4 more men all well dress in Dornish fashion, none pay much mind except of the youngest of them he stops takes a second look at Corinne and smiles. 'He Flirting,....'

The are about to enter the tent as the 2 Dornish guards make way for them to pass, ....

Mara stood straightening her dress. She knew that she was on dangerous ground, but words had to be spoken.

My Lord, I once had a dream. It frighten me greatly. I was but a young girl and did not understand it. In the field there was a large deer. On the south side,  a mighty lone wolf stalked it. On the North side, another mighty lone wolf stalked it as well. Surrounding the wolves were many lesser predators that would be willing to feast on the either the wolves or the deer, but were much to weak.  The two wolves both lunged at the deer killing it instantly. Both clung to the deer unwilling to let go. The wolves struggled for hours unwilling to compromise or share the deer. Eventually, their strength gave out. Both fell to the ground, and the other predators killed them as well as taking the deer.

She paused briefly only to catch her breath, and look to Lord Steiner and Victorian.

I now finally understand the dream. Will we allow our houses and kingdoms to falter because of our inability to compromise. Great men are remembered by the great deeds they accomplish. Today, greatness could be achieved by this monumental set in diplomatic relations. Or, shall this be noted as a folly because of pride. I invite you each to take my hand as a bridge. Let this be the first symbol of great men moving closer to each other.

She holds her smallish hands fearful of what will come, but hoping her words will bring peace.

In reply to Mara Neumann (msg # 140):

Lord Steiner begins to laugh, he laughs so hard that he places his hand on his stomach as if it hurts. "See there that's a women, beautiful and fierce and wise,... are you sure you don't have some Dorne blood in those veins."

He stands, garbs the wine vase and a cup from the servants plate, "I will serve you a cup of wine, and I will eat with you and with the others, then you will return to House Ashfield and tell your Lord that it is because of you that I go to him."

"Too think that the north thinks so little of their women ... "

The tent flap opens Lord Chiffon, Vernon and two others enter the tent, .... they look on at Lord Steiner's heavy laughter. "Father, things are well?"  as he looks a Ser Victorian he seems confused and wonders if his father's laughter is with them or at them, .... "So it seems it is going well then?"

Pella remains standing, becoming frustrated at Victarion's lack of action, which he would no doubt hear about later. She opens her mouth a couple of times, but finds quickly that the solution has resolved itself, unusually well in her experience.

Pella stalls a moment, perturbed, then sits on a cushion, almost reluctant not to be leaving the tent in a huff as she had expected to be. She looked at Mara and wondered who this girl was to so easily change a conversation for the better.

Lord Steiner, you speak of capable women. This is Pella, Second Daughter of House Ashfield. She is one the greatest healers in the Reach. 

Mara smiles at Pella glad that she was here. She was hoping that Pella could get Victorian to exit his silence and be the leader he needed to be.

Pella looks up, surprised at being put on the spot by Mara, so used to having been the little fat girl that people overlook. Unsure of exactly how to respond, Pella gets back to her feet and curtseys to Lord Steiner awkwardly.

"I humbly thank the Mother for her favor when she gives it; a woman can only do so much, no matter how skilled."

   Mathys felt himself about to become ill, at all this prattle coated in sweets, spewed from women and the Dorn men. He was trying to hold his tongue, but it was becoming most difficult. So he contended himself with admiring the interior of the tent, but that in the end failed as well.

 " I am not as silver of tongue  as some that have spoken here. I believe in unvarnished words,so here they are. I am not pleased you are here, Lord's of Dorn. I am not pleased that you come to my father's house, nor that we must break bread together."

    The young Knight's expression was one of that might of taken a bite of something bitter.

 " I for one, would rather meet you clad in armor, with sword in hand, upon the field. The sounds of battle, are as a melody that sooths
my soul."
    Mathy's helped himself to a goblet of wine.

 "But I will admit this, after having faced you Dorn in battle, your prowess upon the field is worthy. That I can, and do respect, not sweet words."
He raised the goblet in  a salute to the Dorn, then drank.
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Mara did not like what Mathys was saying, but she respected his honesty. She herself detested lies, but had learned silence was a gift the stranger has given when no words are available.

Ser Mathys, I respect your words of Honesty, but I also say this honest words delivered sweetly are still honest words. I pray one day that the wounds of battle that you suffered will heal. Your wounds though not wounds of the body still fester, and unfortunately they blind you to the benefits of peace. Renewed prosperity due to trade, and most important the killing stops. I am not an anointed knight, but is not one of the tenants to defend both the kingdom and the defenseless. I see no greater way of fulfilling your duty to the Kingdom and the seven Gods then promoting just peace. It may be a difficult road, but maybe the fact that we are in this room talking versus killing each other is enough at least to start.

Mara felt dizzy; she was not certain whether it was the exertion for the past few days, or the fact of she was standing in between men that wanted nothing more tan to kill one another. Mara could not understand why it was so difficult to forgive. She had forgiven. She had lost friends, and she had lost the one she thought she would love until the end of days. Before he left, he told her "I go not for glory, but for the quick end of hostilities. He was a man of peace. He was a true knight." She knew that it was best that she excuse herself soon. She felt the emotion

Edric was about to respond to the jest on his status, but he was taken aback by his sister's sudden fire for political affairs. All Edric could do was nod his head in agreement as his sister put he matter to rest. Noticing his sister becoming weary he places his hand on here foot. Sweet sister, I see your time in the capital has paid off. 

Merius trotted down the gentle slope towards the duo. It never ceased to amaze him how this Westorosi thought a piece of cloth on top of a pole could protect them from anything. A quick check told him that Lysono and Tycho were also moving in good orderly formation completing the encircling move. All in a day's work.

He gently pulled the reins and came to an halt within talking distance of the duo, whilst the rest of the Blue Lances stopped in perfect formation a couple of horses' distance behind him.

'Greetings good gentles...'

OOC : Well, I'm in!

Grain is confused at first he thought bandits now he is unsure, "this is Tannard, I am Garin of House Kaldor, diplomats of Dorne here to see The Lord of Ashfield, he is expecting us."

"And those surround us, ? Who do I have the pleasure of addressing,

Merius grunts.

'May the gods smile on you Garin and Tannard... we have been sent to escort to him, this Lord of Ashfield.'

And with that he makes his horse do a neat pirouette on his hind legs and starts cantering towards the assembly. Tycho and Lysono would ensure that Garin and Tannard followed...

In reply to Merius Basso (msg # 150):

"I did not get your name, ... SER.?"

"For a moment my squire and I thought you were coming for a fight by the way you moved and circled us." "You colors, they are not from around here are they?""

"You don't look like your from around here." As he grips this hilt, and positions his horse in-between his squire and the rest of the men.


Garin is not taking any chances, there are many bandits in these parts, many sellswords out of work and even a few robber knights. Maybe spys that his brother spoke of and they know of his comings. Perhaps this is a trap.

Is not much at hiding his feeling, both on this face and with his actions.

Merius stops after a few steps. He turns back, 'Merius is the name, lately of House Neumann. And also one not wanting to stay here for long.'

In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 145):

Back at the tent,......

"Well young lord of Ashfield you ask for a fight, ... what kind of guests would we be if we did offer a gift. Perhaps you can have that sword in hand after all. Soon will be the tourneys at Kings Landing, ....." Lord Quinn Chiffon squints an eye as he talks to Mathys, at the end he smiles.

"I say you this, ... your best against or one of our best. At test of one on one combat, and to make things interesting a wager, 25 Gold Dragons to the winning sword and 50 Gold Dragons to his liege and lord."  What say you?" Vernon Steiner quickly interrupts taken advantage of the moment. He's excited at the thought of a skilled and good fight between men. Lord Steiner leans in, he's happy to see his son so motivated at the possibilities.

In reply to Merius Basso (msg # 152):

"Well Merius I will follow."

Merius's men have circled and have positioned Lord Garin Kaldor in the center of the men. Unfortunately for Garin and his squire there is no room for maneuvering. If these Freeriders choice to attack most likely their lives would be forfeit.

"I did not know that House Nuemann has kept on sellswords, ... turning and speaking to Tannard with the war at an almost end and peace at their feet I would say, .... 'Lately' of House Nueman maybe be change to previously of House Nuemann"

"Well Done" Dyllan rides up to Merius as they both, with the lancers lead the way back to Poppy Hill. "I will tell the lord, you have done an excellent job and followed his request with precision. He will be pleased."
He spoke loud enough for only Merius to hear what he has to say.

The silence was becoming deafening as the two factions broke bread. She could not understand Victorian or Mathys silence. They were leaders of men, and afraid of little. She had heard of scary bedtime stories in the North where dead people came back to life. They were much that way almost like Walking Dead. She appreciate her brothers comment, but now was not the time to respond. Instead, she grabbed the wine pitcher that had been passed around and 2 goblets for Vernon and his companion.

Welcome back, join us. Your father was just saying how he would join Lord Ascar at Poppy Hall. I truly hope that Lord Ascar can match the courtesy in his practice of Hospitality that your father has shown us.

She gets her glass and raises it in good cheer to the two entering.

Vernon's challenge drew Edric attention. That kind of money could easily get Edric a suit of Plate and barding for his horse. Ser Vernon, I accept your offer. What are your terms? First blood or blunted swords?

In reply to Ser Edric Neumann (msg # 157):

"The terms will be, ... each will enter one man to take part in the open hand to hand combat. If either man does not make it far enough to meet on the field the one that has reached the highest wins. If at any point they meet on the field the victor will be based on the same tourney rules as so by it's host." Vernon is speaking fast and his voice continues to be excited about the event.

In reply to Mara Neumann (msg # 156):

"I'm Sure they will." He answers as if no longer interested in Mara and like a boy with a new wooden sword his attendant is on Edric.

Edric excitement died down as the challenge was to be hand to hand. Edric true skill was with a sword not with his fist. Hand to Hand combat is no worthy way for us to test our skills in combat. If we truly wish to see which region has the better fighter we should fight with swords.

 The Lord of Dorn bespoke of a wager based upon a meeting in the lists. For the first time, since he walked into this tent, Mathys smiled. He took a sip of wine before he again spoke. "I accept your terms, lord of Dorn. " he saluted them again with the wine cup, he then  drained its remains.
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In reply to Dyllan Redbrush (msg # 155):

Merius nods to Dyllan acknowledging the words. He then gestures the Lances to continue to their own encampment. As he went along he took a good look at all the banners on display. He turned to Lysono 'Too many arms in a narrow space... we may have trouble...' All he got back from Lysono was a grin. He could not help to laugh heartily... 'Aye, this may turn to be fun in the end... but we do have some kind of duty to the people paying us. TYCHO... make sure that you know where Ser Neumann is. We may need to leave in a hurry... or to get him out of trouble in a hurry...'

In reply to Ser Edric Neumann (msg # 160):

"So be it then with swords,... So its done then?" Vernon extends his hand for a formal warriors shake of agreement.

 Ser Mathys made sure he was the one that took Vernon's hand, to confirm the event and the wager.

Mara could see her presence was no longer needed. There would be peace until at least the Tourney. After that, Mara fear one slip such as an insult, or the seven gods forbid a death of one of the duelist. Often she thought that Westeros would run better if the men just went out to play with their wooden swords like boys whenever there was an important decision. The most disturbing thing was the big Brother, Victorian, was still tired. She walked to the tent flap, and spoke briefly before departing.

My dear Lords and friends, I fear I must depart. I am not certain if it is the wine, or the excitement of a tourney between honorable warriors. Brother, I will see you at the Hall enjoy yourselves I know the way.

Ser Victarion Ashfield has said very little other than polite courtesies. He has taken a seat and is enjoying the many new tastes that are attacking his tongue. When a member of his house speaks he stare at them with malintent, as if speaking with his eye to shout up. As the wine fills the bellies the tongues start to swell, and Victarion has drank very little waiting to hear what the Lords of Dorne have to say. But to his discontent they have revealed nothing of importance and now he has become impatient and raises "Lords and Ladies it is time to retire, I will bring back the news to my father Lord of Ashfield. We will send a messenger when Lord Ascar is ready to receive the Lords Of Donre."

"I bid you all farewell." 

Edric waits for Mathys to let go before taking Vernon's hand. I will look for you in the list good Ser. As Mara leaves he follows suit. No sister I will accompany you. Edric wasn't keen on letting his sister out of his sight. Olaf had already tried once to kidnapped and he got lucky that time, he isn't willing to let that happen again.

Corinne Flowers stood outside the lavish dornish tent were her half-brothers and half-sister speak the dornish nobles doing her best not to pay attention to the voices she keeps hearing from the tent unless it sounds like trouble. She leaned back casually in her riding armour slowly cutting pieces off the fresh red apple and crunching down on the ripe sweet fruit with each bit, she really did love apples even she she'd been a girl it had been one of her few true indulgences. Every once in a while she'd pass a slice off to her destrier, it wasn't her beloved Caldazar her preferred mount but it was a yearly that had proven itself well during the long patrol that had tested it in every way so it deserved a reward.

The young blonde haired woman actively forced herself from thinking about what she was hearing from inside the tent, so far neither party had gotten down to the discussion of true statecraft but each time she almost winced at the tenseness of the conversation in the tent. She knew exactly how important this deal and possibly marriage alliance could be for House Ashfield and her siblings should know that to but a part of her really wanted to go in there and box the ears of her two younger half-brothers for seeming to not keep that in mind. The blonde woman suppressed those thoughts quickly and ruthlessly along with any thoughts on how she might have dealt with the dornish in their place, she couldn't afford to think like that, she couldn't. She was a bastard and she knew all the legends about the greedy grasping nature of bastards that floated around Westeros they'd followed her ever since she'd been board, it didn't help that despite her lack of a proper education she had a solid core of common sense and was a quick learner. She couldn't afford to have ambitions much less to acknowledge them and the best way to not acknowledge them was to keep her mind far from temptation. So she drowned out the speaking inside the tent when it drifted from casual conversation to diplomacy.

Her hand drifted closer to her blade as she saw the group of dornishmen approaching the tent but when the guards let them pass she relaxed a little and went back to cutting her apple, although she remained wary. Then the last young man in the group smiled at her and she smiled back trying to be friendly then she blinked and realised he was trying to flirt with her. 'These dornish truly have no shame.' Then she heard Victorian speak and knew that the audience was ending, the young warrior woman striated a little and passed what was left of her apple to the horse to let it finish the sweet fruit as she nodded her head signaling the men to prepare the mounts.
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Edric Starts making his way back to Poppy Hall eager to to show his skills in his first tourney, even if it was just a minor one.

TIME PASS

Ser Victarion has enjoyed the food and after some open discussion on topics that did not interest him, he is now ready to leave and return back to Poppy Hill.

"It seems that this gathering is coming to a close. Lords of Dorne, My thanks for your generosities, the food was interesting to say the least and more so the company."

Ser Vitarion looks about the tent and gives everyone that is part of the houses to The Reach a look, Its Time To Leave regardless who pays heed to his facial request he gather himself properly and politely leaves.

AS soon as he exits and sees his bastard sister "Wonderful and other women and a bastard to boot, did you come to show the Dorne how much we are like them sister? That we too accept the faults of our lust, that for ours is not of proper noble men and ladies?"

"Do not answer sister, I know father sent you but don't forget its mother that protects you and this is not Dorne you will not inherit you will be married, ...." The typical cruel replies from your brother, he is upset most likely his brother and sister gave a better show it the Dornish Lords. He wants so badly to be lord, he can not see anyone as equals nor will he.

In reply to Merius Basso (msg # 162):

"I will take a few lancers and escort the others back to the 'Hill' we meet in the hall later tonight, ....."

Dyllan thou not a Lancer is part of the Lord's inner circle and well respected amongst all the members the house. When he speaks many feel they are the words of the Lord thou at the end of the day they all know better.

After dividing the men, Lord Garin Kaldor seems to more relaxed, the squire is very uncomfortable, it looks as is the boys ass hurts, he is not used to riding for so long, its quit funny.

 As the Heir to the House of Ashfield, in other words, his older idiot Brother, made his farewells to the Dorn, Mathys drained his goblet, and followed his Father's mistake outside. When they had again reached unfouled air, the second son, saw another mistake, but this one was clad in armor, instead of a proper dress.

 " Today seems to be a day for jests. First the Dorn, a woman wanting to be a man, and then there is you, dear, dear brother.  You treated those Dornish Dogs, like they where worthy of anything but a sword blade." Mathys rolled his eyes. "I know, I know, as you told me earlier, that is why you are heir to the House. And may the Gods cast blessings upon our House; we are going to need them."

 With those words said, and making sure he was out of range, of his brother's potential anger, Mathys remounted his horse, prepared to return to the Hall.
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Lord Dannor Steiner, is not much for polite goods byes and give simple replies as each leave the tent. His son on the other hand is more formal and perhaps more interest in the ladies and walks the group of nobles and knights out of the tent. Once outside Vernon shows a formal display to his men that all is right.

In the distance coming over the hill is Dyllan with a few of the Blue Lancers. As the get closer they enter the camp at a quick pace.

The dust is kicked in the air as the lancers ride in. Their fine horses begin to circle and they move in and out of one another creating a show of formation in front of the Dorne soldiers.

Dyllan speaks loudly but in a scratchy voice, "My Lords, and Ladies I have come to provide an escort ... Also the ambassador from House Kaldor has arrive and Merius is taking him directly to Poppy Hill. As our lord has requested"

"By your leave, ..." as he notices a few of the Dornish Lords giving their finial farewells. Lord Chiffon and Dyllan meet eye to eye and if not for the horse moving so much it was sure to be a staring contest, but once the gaze was broken Dyllan just went to his position, as he was here to escort the family home not start a fight.

 Finally, those of House Ashfield where heading back to Poppy Hall. And none to soon, as far as Mathys was concerned. The young Knight decided to ride ahead, just because he knew it annoyed his Brother. Besides, once his conduct at the meeting was reported to his father, and his brother would tell the tale, there would be hell to pay. But such thoughts only made Mathys smile. He loved his family, but there where times he wished he was a Bastard, at least he could do then as he pleased.

 Just as he was about to put spurs to his horse's flanks, he saw old Dyllan approach with a few of the Blue Riders.  The old house retainer was well liked by Mathys, he was one of the few in the house, that the young man felt he could relate with.

 "Dyllan! It is good to see a proper fighting man, come out to this fluff party. Let us return to the Hall and have some wine, to wash away the bad taste of the Dornish"

 Mathys settled in with his horse, to ride along the side of Dyllan.
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Edric was alarmed to see Blue Lances. He had ordered them to stay home and their presence meant either trouble back home or trouble was soon to show up. He ignores then man who taught him how to hold a sword, his attention completely on the lancers. What are you doing here! You had orders to remain at Blue Hall. He pauses for a bit, a worried look upon his face. Never mind, I will speak to Merius. He wheels his horse around to face his Mara. Sister, stay with the Lances I'm going to ride a head and sort this out immediately. Edric takes off back to Poppy Hall in order to find Merius.

Time Pass

Ser Duncan had watched the nobles posturing in silence. He wasn't yet entirely comfortable in the company of nobles, his elevation to knighthood being rather recent and dramatic. Plucking up his courage he walked towards Mara to voice his concerns.

"Begging your pardon my lady, but your brother is a fool. There hasn't been peace long enough to play at fighting with the Dornish."

Pella stepped out into the fresh air with a smile, glad to once more inhale the natural floral scents of home rather than the foreign flavours of Dorne. All things considered, Pella left the tent somewhat grateful to exit with neither mention nor proposal from a Dornishman.

Feeling sorry for her half-sister bearing the brunt of Victarion's arrogance once again, Pella offers her a sympathetic smile. "Thank you for watching the horses, Corinne", she offers politely, as she steps up lightly onto the saddle of her gentle palfrey, Meryn.

Mara's face goes stern for a moment, but than realizes that Ser Duncan had risen from the smallfolk. He better than most had reason to judge foolish words and actions that have so often led to his kind being slaughtered. The knights wear plate, and have castle steel and fine horses. The small folk have little more than a prayer to the seven when in battle. Speaking softly so her voice could be heard  to only Ser Duncan, and those who intentionally tried to listen.

Ser Duncan, I understand your words, but I ask you not to speak them again. He like many young men still believe that the slate can only be cleaned with blood. One say soon, I believe my Brother will come to a crossroads, and I know he will choose the right path. He has had two fathers in his life one that scrambles for the crumbs of power at the cost of his people, and another that has thought pride is more important than true honor. But, some how he has risen from the muck of those teachings, and for the most part is a good man.

She smiled at him. She wanted him to know that she held no anger at him.

Ser Duncan, you are a good man I believe. Time will heal all wounds. His and yours.

Corinne Flowers had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at her lord half-brothers remarks, they were nothing new to her and she'd been hearing different versions of them almost all her life since her father's death and her mother's request for her to come to Poppy Hall. The dirty blonde female lancer had heard those words so often from her brother specifically and other in general that they almost made her yawn with boredom, although the scars in her heart they had built when she was younger still twinged every once in a while. Instead of speaking she simply whistled for one of the lancers she'd road out with to bring her two half-brothers horses, Victorian was a arse who was so desperate for his father's position that it blinded him to his own arrogance and lack of charm. She knew that but he was also the rightful Lord of Poppy Hall, House Ashfield, and in Corinnes own honest opinion probably the best man for the job even with his manifold faults. Behind that arrogance there was a brain and brave heart maybe once he was lord and he didn't have to worry about position he would settle down, she hoped so. But even if it didn't he was the heir to her Lord and her younger half-brother so he deserved her respect and obedience.

Although by the Seven, why did he have to make it so hard sometimes.

A small smile crossed Corinne's face at Mathys' joke but she quickly wiped it from her face, she like her younger half brothers jokes and found him easier to be around with that Victorian because while he was far from the most accepting person on the planet and sometimes his jokes at her expense could be rather hard to swallow, they had none of the cruel barbs of Victorian's. She knew that he didn't entirely like her mostly because he didn't understand her but he was outwardly hostile either which was more than she could say for some men, although God's help House Ashfield if he ever inherited anything larger that a hunting lodge. All in all it was a duty to protect and serve Victorian and one that Corinne took a small amount of pride but with Mathys it was less of a duty and more of a pleasure.

That feeling went double for her half sister and Mathys twin Pella who was strange enough the closest person to an actual family that Corinne had ever had outside of her father and mothers, although that wasn't saying much considering Corrine's own background and life. The two women didn't really understand each other and in all honestly probably never would but they could get along when the need struck them. The dirty blonde haired female lancer nodded slowly and gently guided Pella's mount forward by the reins slowly stroking its neck as a reward for being so patient for all the silly humans to get done doing whatever they were doing so that it could get back to the stables and get on with important things like eating and being around other horses. She bowed her head slightly as her half sister mounted, "Of course, my lady." She pulled up her own young destrier and jumped up easily into the saddle despite the familiar weight of the armour and made a clicking sound with her mouth to signal the other House Ashfield lancers to mount up.

As Mathys road off in a tearing off with one of his friends the dirty blonde haired woman almost sided, nodding toward one of the four lancers who'd accompanied her then making another distinct clicking sound with her mouth before nodding after her younger half brother. The man nodded reining his horse to follow the young Lord and his friends to keep an eye on them, it was probably overkill with Dyllan there but Corinne believed in overkill when it came to her families protection.

Once that was done Corrine had something else to worry about considering some of the rumours she'd heard in the holdfasts about why the summit was being held, her eyes flicked over to her half sister and tried to gage her state but Corinne had never had any skill at stuff like that. So she trotted up close to her half sister on her own mount as the party formed up and reached into her bag pulling out a two bright apples from her saddlebag, "Do you want one my Lady, their fresh from the stocks of some of the small folk orchard keepers. My patrol hung a couple bandits a couple three days ago they'd been sniffing around the farmers holdfast so they gave use what they could in thanks."

"As you wish my lady." Duncan said loudly. Almost too quietly to hear, he continued his warning.


"Your brother will be a good man with a sword through him if he's not careful. The bloody Dornish ... begging your pardon my lady, anyway ... the Dornish led him by the nose into this fight. If one man is playing at fighting and one man is doing it for real, I know which one is going to end up bleeding."

"Thank you", Pella said, taking the apple on offer. It was sweet and fresh and juicy; there were men at the Wall that would kill for fruit like this, but to the lady of House Ashfield it was just a regular apple.

Pella was habitually awkward around Corinne, the most notable feature of this being her disinclination to mock her half-sister at every opportunity; that was reserved for family or foes, of which Corinne was neither. Sort of.

"If father finds out that your men have been hanging captured men, the bandits won't be the only ones hanging - the right of pit and gallows is his alone.", Pella warned Corinne in a matter-of-fact fashion as she crunched away on some of the Reach's finest product, riding home towards Poppy Hall.
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RECAP

House Ashfield and representatives of their respected houses & Banner men received a Letter of Invitation from King's Landing that their Houses are to attend the wedding of House Targaryen Prince Daeron to House Martell Princess Myriah.

Due to the new peace treaty by King Baelor the Blessed, 3 leading houses of Dorne were to visit and begin trade agreements to start open relations with The Reach and south to Dorne.

Generally speaking the Ashfields are not happy with his event, they have lost many men fighting Dorne, but will do what their king has asked.

The Lord of Ashfield sends family members to the Dorne Lords that have set camp just outside Poppy Hill. Their actions have been unsettling to both the noble house and the people of the 'Hill'.

Lord Ashfield finds that the bravest and most daring of the Dorne Lords was Garin Kaldor, who has not only traveled through the Prince's Pass but they are the Greatest rival House from Dorne. Lord Garin Kaldor has come for the negations with only a squire alone.

Dyllan & the Blue Lancers were sent to bring back Garin Kaldor to Poppy Hill.

Within the House there has been several happenings between family members and those sworn to the House.

Ser Victarion Ashfield & Pella Ashfield were assigned to go to speak with the Lords and invite them to the 'Hill" after some issue with formalities. Ser Mathys Ashfield
and a few men joined them. Also joining them to the Dorne camp are their guests from House Neumann.

Ser Edric Neumann and his sister Mara Neumann have arrived to visit, and ibterested in seeing how the most recent events unfold. They went to meet the Lords of Dorne with house Ashfield.

Lord Garin Kaldor & Wulfgang Tannard have arrived from the southern road and are being taken back to the 'Hill' by Merius Basso and his Blue Lancers.

Ser Duncan Shepherd & Corinne Flowers some of many the come to watch over the lords and ladies waited outside the tents for hours as their family, lords and ladies discussed political matters not meant for them.

Lord Ashfield gave instructions to give a show of force to the Dorne Lords so Dyllan Redbrush takes it on himself to bring half of the Lancer to the Dorne camp to escort the noble sons and daughters of The Reach back to the 'Hill'.


At the moment, .....

Brandon Snow & Bruce the Strong stand on the wall of the 'Hill' just looking over fields of poppy they stayed behind to watch over the house as most of the warrior went out to be the Lord requests. The watch and see coming from the south Merius Basso and only half of this Blue Lancers.


Not yet in sight of the wall of the 'Hill', ......

The other half of the Blue Lancer and the rest of the Ashfield family are returning from the Dorne camp. They have shared and passed amongst themselves many concerns and options, but regardless of that they think they now all most report back to their lord.
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This scene has ended, a new thread will be posted.

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Scene:2, Group:2

the following player receives 1 experience

Pella Ashfield, Polina Ashfield, Mathys Ashfield, Corinne Flowers, Ser Edric Neumann, & Mara Neumann

Being the rest just joined the scene they will be awarded exps next time

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