tempest_lord (tempest_lord) wrote in agos, @ 2008-11-01 14:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | domenic baratheon, isobel dayne, lyanora stark |
Who: Domenic, Lyanora, Isobel, anyone else wandering around
When: Morning of Day 57
Where: The Red Keep’s Yard
Rating: PG
Status: Open
It wasn’t the way he’d have liked to spend his morning, but most of the nobles at court seemed convinced it was the height of honor to send their heirs out to swat at each other with blunted steel, and he knew little of the noble houses outside of the Stormlands, save their heraldry and history. So Domenic walked through the yard, making note of the arms painted on shields, and trying not to let his distaste show. Why anyone would want to spend their time in this place was beyond him. The smell was disgusting, sweat and leather and dried blood, and he was certain the shouts and the ring of metal on metal would leave him with a headache. He sighed, pulling his cloak tighter around his shoulders, and watched a Hunter, five silver arrows on his shield, attempt to fend off a boy of a house he didn’t recognize, black thunderbolts on orange.