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[roseofthetyrells]

[brightly] Please leave your message after the beep! I look forward to hearing from you. Goodbye!

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[roseofthetyrells]

Oh, yes, of course. Such things aren't necessarily easy to come by.

[glazedonutholes]

I'll take a look once I'm done with my deliveries!

[ Which reminds him, he curtseys toga and all before getting back on his bike. ]

Happy Valentine's Day~

[ He waves at her as he rings his cute little bell on the bike and teleports to his next delivery! ]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she waves back as he does]

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[uptightness]

Sometimes people are too stubborn to listen. That I can tell you from experience.

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[roseofthetyrells]

...yes. That would describe the High Sparrow perfectly. He was so convinced that none could defy his gods that he ignored his death when it was staring him in the face.

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[uptightness]

The High Sparrow is akin to a priest or a pope?

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[roseofthetyrells]

He's a priest. The high priest whom all of the others must follow. He started his reign by destroying all of the brothels. He continued it by rounding up all the men who preferred to lay with other men.

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[uptightness]

Sounds like your world has a lot of the problems that mine did.

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[roseofthetyrells]

[her voice is very small at the moment] Oh. There are those with--with hatred towards men who lay with other men in your world?

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[uptightness]

There was a time, both men and women. Less so nowadays, although I can't speak for the entirely galaxy.

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[roseofthetyrells]

I suppose it would be asking far too much for such. . . sentiments to vanish entirely.

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[uptightness]

I sometimes feel that conflict is in our blood.

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[roseofthetyrells]

[in a far-away tone of voice] Yes. I suppose it is. No matter the world, no matter the circumstances. There will be conflict.

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[uptightness]

All we can do is try to work towards something better.

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[roseofthetyrells]

Yes. It's too late for me, but I've done my best to advise those for whom it's not too late. Perhaps. . . that advice will be useful?

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[uptightness]

It's always the question of whether the advice will be listened to. Sometimes, a person just needs to be in a certain time and a certain place.

[Video]

[vocarrah]

Lady Margaery.
[Ianchus isn't his usual overwhelmingly peppy self, but his smile is genuine. He looks...a little tired.]

I wanted to thank you for the gloves. Such incredible work, in such a short a time...Thank you so much. Is there any way I can repay you?

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[roseofthetyrells]

I would like to think that Jon and Daenerys would take my advice. Grandmother's lessons weren't only to make me a pretty ornament on the arm of a king, they were to make me a ruling queen.

[Video]

[roseofthetyrells]

Ianchus! How are you? [and her smile is warm with a hint of concern in her eyes, given the tiredness in his eyes]

It was my pleasure! And a bit of a challenge as I'd never made gloves before! Normally, I ask for a bolt of fabric from Tranquility but as he's still missing, I'll settle for your company. [she says in a teasing tone]

[vocarrah]

Mmm. I'll be happy to provide.

[He does seem to perk up at that, and he briefly goes out of view, before pulling out a couple of bottles of wine, holding them up to the camera. Ah, the Speakeasy being back in business is delightful.]

Do you prefer white or red?

[roseofthetyrells]

And glad I am to hear it! Do you need directions to my home?

[ooooh. wine. thank goodness for the Speakeasy]

I generally prefer white, but I've never actually tried the Speakeasy's red. It has to be better than Dornish red.

[vocarrah]

I think I'll find it fine. But thank you! I'll be over soon, then.

[Both wines it is, then.]

[roseofthetyrells]

Wonderful! I'll see you shortly!

[indeed. she's a giggly, brutally honest drunk. therefore, she never let herself get drunk at King's Landing]