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[Light]

"These are... Mine," he retreats back into his cloak some more, "You... Can check the ship for what... They sent you..." he dodges looking at Rori again as his feet shuffle across the wood, the leather of his boot making more noise than it would on dirt or something smoother.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori sheathes his sword and approaches him, placing his hands on the other boy's shoulders," What is your name?" He asks softly, locking his eyes with his counterparts as he tried to avoid Rori's gaze

[Light]

"..." he blinked owlishly at Rori, "...Vein... My name," his shoulders had tensed up, and like the incident earlier he didn't seem too fond of being touched.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori raised his hands lightly, just enough to hover above Vein's shoulders," Vein. Relax," he murmurs quietly, gazing at him seriously

[Light]

For a moment he seemed to make a kind of bothered face; his nose twitching and his lips pressing into a pale line. It passed though, and he complied by relaxing his stiff posture and sniffing the air briefly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" There we go," Rori cracks a smile, this one a brief flash of genuine happiness but it disappears in a flash. Turning away quickly on his heal, so much so that the thick seal skin cloak on his shoulders snapped like a whip, he begins walking briskling down the docks," Come on..."

[Light]

Vein quickly fell into step behind him, the sword laced into his belt smacking against his pants leg a few times before quieting. Although he didn't look ready to bite someone, he had fixed his blue eyes on the back of Rori's head.

[CrimsonMoon]

They made their way through the town, past hulking warships under constuction the likes of which Westeros had seen. He walked in silence as they made their way toward the hulking form of Castle Pyle pn the cliffs.

[Light]

The Tully looked over at the ships as they passed, taking it in quickly before he looked away. His attention didn't seem to waver often, but when it did it was for something big enough to catch his eye. The castle was another one of those things. He had never seen much of anywhere outside of Riverrun, and the largest man made structure there that interested him then was the watermills.

[CrimsonMoon]

He signals for the guards to let them through and wrinkles his nose at the icy blast that seemed to explode from the castle to greet them, his hair being blown from his pale face. He glances around, looking for anyone familiar, his 'mother', his father, his big brother, his maid... Anyone

[Light]

Vein had closed his eyes against the cold wind, and snapped them open as he heard someone approaching. "Master Rori," His big brother's voice called. He stood up from sitting on the ground, as if having been waiting for him to return. "Welcome back,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori smiles crookedly at his brother," Don't call me that, jeez, how many times do i have to tell people I don't care for titles?" He growls good-maturedly," Has anythingg happened while I was gone?

[Light]

Densil holds his hands up in mock-defense, "I gotta be extra careful today, The Lady seems in too good a mood." he casts a brief look at Vein, pointing with his eyes, "I heard that someone heard about someone losing a few fingers 'fore you got here, and that got her giggly. Mesa heard her talking 'bout a possible tournament. New stuff, maybe not good," he links his fingers behind his head.

[CrimsonMoon]

" The last thing we need here is a group of spoiled knights to bloated on their troops' pride to move," Rori grunts, beginning to walk again," Where is she? Do you know?"

[Light]

"Its time for Lady to be walking around the castle with her followers," Densil tilts his head, "You might catch her in the main hall," he waves his hand, smiling brightly, "I'll tell dad that your back. He's been working with the soldiers today,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Thanks Den," Rori smiles faintly, beginning to walk briskly through the courtyard, motioning for the Tully to follow. As they walked, there were several murmurs or shouts of friendly greeting and the rare but very prominent glares toward the Bastard Heir

[Light]

Vein shifted the weight of his bag and followed the heir. He watched the many people that greet Rori, and the ones who didn't, the blue orbs holding something akin to curiosity. He would fall behind a few times before catching up, never too far from the boy that guided him.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori calmly makes his way across one of the seemingly rickety bridges that connected the great towers of the Pyke. As they enter the main hall, he slows

[Light]

"My, my," Lady's voice comes from the far side of the hall, her black bangs swept to one side over the left side of her face. "Welcome back, Rori," the few women around her curtsey as the turn to face him, drawing their attention away from the conversation they had held.

As Vein steps inside behind him, she snaps her fan shut. "I see you picked up our guest as well, how lovely,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori gazes at her icily," Whats this about a tournamant?" He demands