When Ashara moves to Dondarian Fatimah follows, she partakes in the bread and salt. She takes note of Mathys, and makes note of Dondarian's remarks. She's probably being too quite, but she was on edge now with Mathys's leaving. It was probably nothing, but you can't be too careful. Her job was to be a guard after all.

Mathy's exit from the hall did call for some alarm. Edric knew his friend well and when Mathys was angry, there was no telling what trouble he could get into.
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In reply to Ser Edric Neumann (msg # 180):

"And how would you propose to make that happen?" She asked a leading question.

Ashara turned to Fatimah. "You're being awfully quiet, coz. You're not this shy. Are you not enjoying yourself?" she asked, concerned.
She smiled mischievously and whispered

 The second son of House Ashfield, was adrift upon a sea of conflicting emotions. He felt he could not breath within the walls of that place. He needed the freedom and wind in his face. His feet seemed to know what was better for him then his mind, for he found himself at the stable. Mathys had one of the Grooms,saddle his horse,and led to the courtyard. He climbed into the saddle and kicked it's flanks to send the horse into a clatter down the cobbled stoned lane and out into the countryside.

Fatimah shakes her head and whispers  before letting her voice go back to normal But yes, mooning over Edric and the melee. Can you think of anything more romantic than fighting together as a team of two? she giggles before taking a more serious tone. Although that's generally a bad idea in a real battle ironically. You want to be like brothers and sisters when marching to battle.

After some time of talking and politicking a man clad in the trappings of the Dondarrion stood up and clapped his hands at the top of the stairs before the throne and it's table. Music began to fill the hall as he announced to the guests that Lord Dondarrion cordially invites you to enjoy a dance within his halls to celebrate this new found Alliance.

When this was announced Ser Edric noticed Ser Ackley Selmy heading toward Fatimah with a certain expression on his face which gave the reachman a limited amount of time should he wish to ask her to dance.

Ashara being attractive as she was had a number of Male nobles eyeing her, some like a prize, others with potential romantic intentions at heart.

Altair Fowler couldn't help but notice that some of the girls of the Dondarrion house were smiling and winking at him the lucky devil.


Bron was approached by a Dondarrion serving girl who placed her hand on his shoulder and was gesturing to him to lower himself so she could whisper in his ear over the music.


(Time to Pair up ladies and gentlemen, ask out who you wish to dance with NPC or otherwise.)

In reply to Dondarrion Herald (msg # 185):

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 186):

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 186):


FYI

The meal had ended and the time had come for the festivities to begin. Edric surveyed the Hall looking to see if Mathys had returned. Maybe dancing with a beautiful lady would sooth his anger, but he could not be found. Edric did notice Ser Ackley movements. Downing his goblet, Edric wiped his mouth and made his way over to Fatimah. Arriving just behind Ackley, he put his arm around the man's shoulder. Ser Ackley it would be a great honored for you to offer my sister to a dance. Bealor the blessed said that she was the beauty of the realm. Offering his hand to Fatimah. M'lady, it is a common sight for those fighting together for the first time to trip over each other feet.  I would be greatly honored if you join me in dance so I might get a taste of your footwork and put my fears to rest.

Altair notices the interest from the girls. The dance is called, he does not recognise it.  He goes over to the girls. "I like to dance. We have a dance called the Dorne Lancers, but I don't know the one that was called. Could I have a teacher?"

Bron nodded at the serving girl. smiling. He nodded to one of the guardsmen to fill in while he would proceed to get a meal. It had been part of the routine rotation-and he was not planning to go far. "Lead on, then." He said, nodding to her.

Ashara smiled at her admirers and waited to see if any of them would be bold enough to ask her to dance.

She leaned in to whisper to Fatimah
She turned to Ser Edric and teased "Enjoy yourselves preparing for the tournament, you two."

She looked fondly at Bron when he went to the dance floor. Good, he deserves to have a fun time after all the trouble my family have put him through lately. For a moment, though, she had to suppress a twinge of jealousy towards the serving girl. Jealous, me? Impossible. It must have been something else. She smiled at the two to encourage them to dance.

Mardax had arrived late.  His movements were swift and with purpose, as he came into the party, dressed in his house colors, his eyes tracking the movements of the hall.  He had to be careful, but he would be damn if he would not dance with the one person he had been thinking about for weeks.

There!  He smiled, happy for a change, as he strode over to Ashara and company, and bowed.  "Ladies, you all look stunning this evening.  But, I do believe, if you are still interested, I owe you a dance, Lady Ashara, with interest.  I would like to pay my debt now, unless you like having me owe you something."  He asked her, his eyes meeting hers as he held out his hand, smiling.

Wha- Edric's question startles her. On guard for a threats to jump out Fatimah's mind momentarily takes time to switch tracks. Yes, a dance! I would love to! Umm... I'm going to keep this on. Fatimah says, gesturing to the strap keeping the sword on her back. I am technically guarding Ashara. Maybe I can start a new trend. So this is one of those things were the guy leads? As much as that should offend- Fatimah pauses, a look of panic appears on her face Not that I'm offended! I just haven't danced much, so you'll need to lead. I'm doing this wrong. She takes a deep breadth and stands up. I would be honored Ser Edric. Fatimah says, somewhat calmer while curtsying
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Bron enjoys a woman on his arm as he escourts her to the dance floor. Despite his size and strength-Bron was more agile than he looked. He was not a clumsy brute with two left feet. Granted, he does look at Ashara every once in a while. It was his duty to keep her safe of course. No doubt the pretty girl he was dancing with would forgive that. He whispers in her ear even as he moves her around the floor.

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 195):

"No, you misunderstand, there's a separate party for the off duty servants right now, down stairs," she said with a titter. "By the way my names Kimberly, Kimberly Storm."

"Ah...Storm." She was a stormlands bastard, even as he was a northren one. "Yes, I will come with you then. When you get hit in the head as often as I do, its easy to get confused." He grinned at her. Of course, he would make sure someone would replace him in the guard duty before he went...

Ashara smiled encouragingly at Fatimah and waved fondly to Bron when he left the room with the serving girl. Enjoy yourselves!
She smiled warmly at Mardax. Mardax looked almost a different man cleaned up, although he had been handsome either way. "You most certainly do. I have been looking forward to it, my lord. I would be pleased to dance with you" she said. She curtsied to him and took his hand gently. "I don't need you to owe me. Although it might be difficult, I suspect I could persuade you to dance with me again" she teased.

Mardax also nodded his head to Fatimah.  He wasn't close to his cousin, but she was still family, and it was nice seeing her enjoying herself.  Not every day a guy can whisk her off her feet like that.  Was impressive, the Reachers really knew their stuff.

Smiling, and escorting Ashara to the floor, he smiled lightly at her.  "I hope I live up to expectations."  He stated, looking into her eyes while she teased him about persuading him to dance again.  "Be careful what you wish, my lady.  It might be granted." He said with a smirk, as they started to dance.

The girls seem unwillling to make his decision. He approaches a girl with red hair and freckles. "Will you give me the pleasure of a dance? he says.

Ashara was graceful and an excellent dancer, and she let Mardax lead her in the dances of his choice. She smiled mysteriously and replied with a teasing "We'll see" when Mardax said he hoped he lived up to her expectations. She looked back in to his eyes. "It might? I do love dancing... will you keep me guessing, my lord?" she asked.
She spared a glance for her cousin, to see how her dance was going.

Fatimah's reaction brought made brought a smile to Edric's face and in a sarcastic tone. M'lady Fatimah, it is consider quite rude to be armed as a guest at a Lord's feast. It shows you can't trust him to protect. Finally offering his arm so that he may escort her to the dance for. Plus dancing is far less fun with a sword strapped to your back.

Mardax smiled at her, continuing the dance, before giving her a spin, and then pulling her a bit closer to himself, his face next to hers.  His lips moved, as he said something into her ear, before he kissed her neck lightly just under her earlobe.