[M D1] The Princes Arrive

[Gwenyth Snow]

With a sullen look, the girl did a stiff curtsy. "Pleased to meet you, melord..."

[Warryn Wydman]

"You too melady." Warryn tried smiling. "You're a curious one, aren't you?"

He sighed. "Some dangers, but not too bad. Better than what we usually face, actually."

[Ulrich Reyne]

There was the much needed call for ceremony, the greet and the wave to the heads of House, and two sets of two Princes. He had seen them in passing during these events over the years, but never any formal greeting.

A good means to be seen by everyone, if anything.

Still, it was not a terrible morning to be out among the people.

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[Arwyn Forrester]

"You too melady." Warryn tried smiling. "You're a curious one, aren't you?"

He sighed. "Some dangers, but not too bad. Better than what we usually face, actually."

"Quite curious," she agrees with a soft chuckle and a shake of her head. His courtesy did him credit, certainly.

"If it is not undue trouble for you, milord, please continue. What do you normally face?"

[Warryn Wydman]

Warryn frowned. "The mountain men can be a nuisance.." he hesitated. "But I would rather not bore the ladies with such talk on such an ccasion. All is well in the Forrester lands, I hope?"

[Arwyn Forrester]

"Ha ha... I'm afraid that might be equally boring," she admits, looking a bit embarrassed. "A bit of a land dispute. Otherwise things are well... the family is fairly set and the ironwood groves are healthy."

[Gwenyth Snow]

The child wondered how she could contribute to the conversation, to help Arwyn, as she knew they were supposed to be friendly with the other houses here.

"... What are mountain men?" was the best she could think of.

[Tomas Flowers]

Tomas was there in his best. He was amazed at seeing the princes in real life. One day, he'll tell his children he saw King Baelor when he was still a prince.

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[Cassana Algood]

"Perhaps in the grand melee Milady." He offered after a moment. "I'm no knight though, so the jousting isn't something I'll do." He likely wouldn't do well anyways, and he shouldn't risk embarrassing an actual knight. He didn't much attention to the young girl trying to slip past the guards. She wasn't his charge to watch after all. "A bit, it means no one will be trying to fight with the sun in their eyes. Which makes things a bit more even. Also even the most late risers are usually up by then, so it gives you more options of who to challenge?"

"Ah, yes. I imagine you do not have much experience on horseback," she replied without judgment.

The lady nodded along. "I imagine you will find yourself with an ample amount of sparring partners then, Derrick."

[Derrick]

"Not as much as most knights." He agreed with a nod. "It's not really called forces much for a man like me after all."

"One hopes Milady, i would like to see a lot of different styles while im here. Perhaps see what i can learn."

[Cassana Algood]

"Not as much as most knights." He agreed with a nod. "It's not really called forces much for a man like me after all."

"One hopes Milady, i would like to see a lot of different styles while im here. Perhaps see what i can learn."

"Perhaps you could requisition a spare rounsey," she remarked without much investment.

Cassana perked a brow. "I am unsure of what else you will see, Derrick. There are many Westerosi knights here for a tourney after all." She looked to the sky. "I suppose there could be Braavosi here for the grand melee but ultimately I imagine you will see much of the same."

[Warryn Wydman]

The child wondered how she could contribute to the conversation, to help Arwyn, as she knew they were supposed to be friendly with the other houses here.

"... What are mountain men?" was the best she could think of.

The littlest blonde voice caught his interest. "There are many clans in the mountains, heathens, who refused to bow when my ancestors came, and refused to accept the Seven as their gods. They sneak and haunt the mountains, pretending that they are the rightful owners of the land." He smiled as he explained, before turning towards Arwyn.

"I'll be honest my lady, good news and good health are rarely boring, at least where I come from. I hope the land dispute gets solved soon enough and your family can enjoy your own range." He frowned. "Ironwood?"

[Derrick]

"Perhaps you could requisition a spare rounsey," she remarked without much investment.

Cassana perked a brow. "I am unsure of what else you will see, Derrick. There are many Westerosi knights here for a tourney after all." She looked to the sky. "I suppose there could be Braavosi here for the grand melee but ultimately I imagine you will see much of the same."

"Already have one." He offered in response to the comment about a Rounsey. "He's a bit old and persnickety, but he serves me well."

"As for what I plan to see, well it's the little thing's I'll be looking for Milady. I might mostly see Westeros knight's, but that doesn't mean they all fight the same. With the same weapons, and the same techniques. Spotting a Bravoosi might be interesting though... I'd like to study a bit about their way of fighting." Not that he really planned to use it, but it was interesting.

[Arwyn Forrester]

The littlest blonde voice caught his interest. "There are many clans in the mountains, heathens, who refused to bow when my ancestors came, and refused to accept the Seven as their gods. They sneak and haunt the mountains, pretending that they are the rightful owners of the land." He smiled as he explained, before turning towards Arwyn.

"I'll be honest my lady, good news and good health are rarely boring, at least where I come from. I hope the land dispute gets solved soon enough and your family can enjoy your own range." He frowned. "Ironwood?"

"I see." Arwyn studiously keeps amusement out of her face and voice, staying simply friendly. She could have taken offense at the comment about heathens who don't worship the Seven, but it just seemed rather funny instead. "Our groves of Ironwood trees are our main resource.They're some of the largest in Westeros, and they make the finest ships and shields built. My brother, Marqus, has one of our shields if you'd like to look at the quality some time."

[Warryn Wydman]

"I see." Arwyn studiously keeps amusement out of her face and voice, staying simply friendly. She could have taken offense at the comment about heathens who don't worship the Seven, but it just seemed rather funny instead. "Our groves of Ironwood trees are our main resource.They're some of the largest in Westeros, and they make the finest ships and shields built. My brother, Marqus, has one of our shields if you'd like to look at the quality some time."

"Oh? That sounds interesting. I haven't encountered Ironwood before." He seemed thoughtful. "It does seem like quite a bounty for your House then." He smiled in a friendly way. "That is good news indeed."

[Ulrich Reyne]

Another Forrester watched the spectacle, with obvious delight etched upon his face. Even with all the time he spent at Kings Landing he hadn't seen this many of the Targaryens gathered together.

As the procession eventually made its way into the castle a grin remained. Marqus looked around the crowd, winking at his sister when he saw her, but leaving her to whatever she was up to. Instead he looked for any interesting knightly types who might want to talk about manly stuff...

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As he moved around in the crowd, he happened to bump in a young man, wearing the sigil of the tree. It was always a surprise to see a Northern house venture out of their lands, much less out in this direction.

"My my, a Northerner way down here." Ulrich looks at the boy with a smile. "Come to take on the challenge?"

[Gwenyth Snow]

Gwen had clearly been thinking over what he said, as the conversation was carried by the older ones.

"But... we don't worship the Seven either?" she looked at Warryn, then Arwyn. "We're not heathens," she continued, a bit more firmly.

[Arwyn Forrester]

She looks down at Gwen and smiles. She'd honestly been leaving it for the young girl to notice. "That's true, Gwen," she agrees. "That might not be the most pertinent difference, then. I think the mountain clans might be to them more like the wildlings are to us, and they don't have a wall between them."

[Warryn Wydman]

Awkward.

"Something like that I am sure. Lawless types, and dishonorable ones." He smiled, though it was a bit tense.

"I meant no offence at all." He wasn't sweating exactly.

[Cassana Algood]

"Already have one." He offered in response to the comment about a Rounsey. "He's a bit old and persnickety, but he serves me well."

"As for what I plan to see, well it's the little thing's I'll be looking for Milady. I might mostly see Westeros knight's, but that doesn't mean they all fight the same. With the same weapons, and the same techniques. Spotting a Bravoosi might be interesting though... I'd like to study a bit about their way of fighting." Not that he really planned to use it, but it was interesting.

"I see," she said, obviously a little surprised by how she did not know about said rounsey. "What about a lance? Do you possess any training with one?"

Cassana remained silent as she thought on his words. "I suppose the Reach may do battle differently from the Vale," she admitted.

[Wylla Terrick]

Wylla wouldn't really pay much mind to the procession, even if she was effectively forced to be present. She remained behind the crowd, her eyes closed, as she listened to the goings on. Her attendant, an elderly little man would rattle on about a variety of things which were happening, making certain she gained some insight into what was going on, even if the woman didn't appear very interested...

[Marqus Forrester]

As he moved around in the crowd, he happened to bump in a young man, wearing the sigil of the tree. It was always a surprise to see a Northern house venture out of their lands, much less out in this direction.

"My my, a Northerner way down here." Ulrich looks at the boy with a smile. "Come to take on the challenge?"

Marqus turned to see who had bumped in to him and gave a grin when it turned out not to be a cutpurse.

"You've got a keen eye! Aye, I'm here to represent my family. Haven't seen many others from up our way, but I was at King's Landing so it wasn't far to come."

He offered a hand.

"I'm Marqus Forrester. Good to meet you, Ser...?"

[Ferris Cafferen]

With the Princes way ahead of him, the Cafferen rider made his arrival almost without sound as head were turned and rumormongers busy amongst themselves.

Soon a Great Owl perched itself on one of the building, both it and it's master watching the joyful puppy running ahead of them.

[Kevan Dunn]

The own raised a brow or two, both of the same man standing near.

"Quite the menagerie you've brought here with you, Ser. No steed though?"

[Derrick]

"I see," she said, obviously a little surprised by how she did not know about said rounsey. "What about a lance? Do you possess any training with one?"

Cassana remained silent as she thought on his words. "I suppose the Reach may do battle differently from the Vale," she admitted.

"I possess training with most weapons Milady, a lance is not one I commonly use though." They were a knights weapon for the most part after all.

"Aye, and I want to study those differences." He frowned softly. "Not sure how much good it might do, but if like to learn what I can."