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[Light]

He listens with rapt attention, his eyes widening, "That sounds difficult... Can't someone...shoot through the hole, if the spear isn't in it? Or is it always in it?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well.. Imagine trying to throw a needle through the middle of a target smaller then the tip of your pinky from six meters away while riding a horse..." She shrugs

[Light]

"If you put it that way..." he sits back down on the bed, and eagerly pulls off the shoes he had been wearing. "I don't...think I could do that myself."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Not many could," She shrugs," We're supposed to be going head to head with the Dornish Army lead by their lovely little womanizer..."

[Light]

"What's that all about? What do you mean by womanizer?" he asks, crossing his legs.

[CrimsonMoon]

" The heir of Dorne? You know how much of a flirt he is?" She giggles

[Light]

"No, I didn't," he picks under his nails, "Pfft, I can't bring myself to worry about him."