{ ฬђเรקєгร ۞ เภ ۞ tђє ۞ ๔คгк } (OPEN)

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"So you did manage to get her," Olin Targaryen strode up to the Greyjoy heir. His white blonde hair was pulled back, leaving his sharp violet eyes on full display. He was dressed in light armor, not the kind for battle, but enough in case of attack.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori glances up, and smiles," the little lioness thought she'd blend in with wheat... Didnt work," he smiles and pats her back as she coughs and glares at Olin with hate and defiance ... It made sense after all

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"Take her and tie her up somewhere," Olin shrugged, looking at the girl as if she were nothing more than simple field mouse, "But don't hurt her too much. She can be used as leverage."

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori motions for a guard bu in the process of pulling her up, she spat straight into the man's face... An Ironborn nine the less. The guard looks at Rori but the price smiles and shakes his head. Before, ironborn probably would have beaten her down... And worse.. But.. Rori had somehow tamed the barbarians in less then two years.

Rori watched and smiles faintly,"... Taragyen... What do you think will happen after this war?"

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"Do I look like some kind of oracle?" Olin crossed his arms over his chest, lips pressed together, "I don't know why everyone insists on asking me that. I have no idea."

[CrimsonMoon]

" you just look so godly, dear Olin," rori teases and frowns," the Martell's have finally chosen a side, guess,"

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"Seems so," Olin replied, though he just sounded annoyed with it all.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You seem more angry then usual, whats up?" He asks with a small smile

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"I'm annoyed with all these useless questions," Olin replied, scowling.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Rawr, kitty can scratch. And i thought /I/ was mean," he smirks and turns away," You up for interrogating the little lion?"

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"Yes, fine. We might as well," the Targaryen prince nodded and stretched his arms languidly.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori chuckles and leads him to a tent at the edge of camp, two ironborn stood guard but no Targyen soldiers...

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Olin yawned and glanced around, "I hope you told them to treat her okay."

[CrimsonMoon]

" They know if they touch her, some balls are gonna be chopped off and some eyeballs are going to fly," Rori shrugs and opens the tent flap. Ari was sitting on a small cot, a medic knelt in fron of her as she stared at him in silence

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Olin came in behind him, glancing around, "Good, they should be aware of that. Hello, Princess."

[CrimsonMoon]

The surgeon stood and left quickly, Ari looks up at them and frowns but no other emotion...

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"I hope you didn't get too banged up," Olin said in a conversational tone.

[CrimsonMoon]

".. Thanks." She murmurs ad looks away

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Olin glanced at Rori, "Did Greyjoy scare the voice out of ya?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Her gaze snaps up to him and Rori," They can shove those tentacle up their--"

" Woah woah, little lady--"