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Post by Solan Dayne on Apr 13, 2015 23:11:13 GMT
Solan let his head roll back as he stood infront of a herbalist's booth with his eyes searching over the different plants that resided there with a curiosity. Some inciting minor pain, some that cured it, some that nulled the mind, drove you to sleep, or even supposedly cured the blind... obviously that one was too far fetched for him to believe and if it did cure the blind he had no use for it. What he did have use for were the formulas and that was what the man looked across at the vendor for now with a raised brow and his fingers counting one coin at a time, seeing how long till this man broke down and submitted to the coin that was dropping one by one infront of him, testing his will and his need. Solan all the while took no pity in driving this man's greed wild as he was more focused on the application of plants into such a field and perhaps being able to create new concoctions based on what it was that he learned from the formulas and mixtures of this man.
Solan after all was not your normal noble in the least, he had come to Volantis as part of his journey and recently received yet another raven from the woman whom claimed to be Daenerys Targaryen. Perhaps she was and if she was his interest only grew. It was her family that his brother had died protecting, the love her her brother. Solan wasn't sure if it was his hate for the Baratheon's war that caused his brother's death, which then caused his sister's death, or if it was some misguided wondering on the existence of a woman that could be a new heir to the throne... one without Barathon blood. Oh how it would be a far too curious out come.
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Post by Ashelotte Sand on Apr 13, 2015 23:20:17 GMT
Ashe was racing through the streets of Volantis, a loaf of bread in her hand, and an angry baker chasing after. She heard a knife go flying past her right ear, and dove into a nearby alley, trying to escape the man she had just stolen from. She pressed herself against the wall, waiting for the man to run by.
She peaked around the corner of the alley every few moments, trying to see where the baker was. Finally she saw him go rushing past her and breathed a sigh of relief. Another day, another stolen loaf of bread. Living like this sucked. She almost missed her mother. The woman had been severely ill all her life, and Ashe had spent more time taking care of her than her mother did caring for Ashe, but she was still her mother.
She checked one last time before stepping back out onto the streets. Her white blonde hair usually stuck out quite a bit among the crowds, but with how dirty her hair and clothes had become from living on the streets it was hard to see there was anything different about her. She spotted a man counting coins in front of an herbalist's booth. From the look of him, he had quite a bit of money. She paused short from the booth, studying his face so she could remember him later. He might be a good target for her pickpocketing skills. He certainly appear to have coin to spare, if she could bump into him and grab his coinpurse, she'd be able to eat for a year.
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Post by Solan Dayne on Apr 13, 2015 23:31:44 GMT
Solan smiled now as the parchment with a complete list of the concotions and mixtures, including their steps, were handed over after several minutes of waiting. It was beautiful to him a treasure he would have paid twice as much for but then he blinked as his head turned to look at an angry baker who was going on about stolen bread. "Hmm... curious..." He looked down to his side he looked back the way he came from and spied for half a moment a small girl hiding in the corner of a street alley. With a smile he nodded his head to her and pressed a finger to his lips as he then turned and left her out of his mind, not knowing what she was planning.
He wondered to himself, a number of years ago he had met a young girl from here, it had been in sunspear and she had tried to make her life better there than in the free cities but with little luck. It had been in a brothel, but he had been there not as a customer, at first anyways. No he had come with his uncle as a chance to 'relieve themselves with the fruit of the city.' He wondered what ever happened to that uncle during the war with the Baratheons, maybe he was dead too, or maybe Solan just never saw him again. In the end though he took pity on a beautiful Valyrian girl from Volantis, she and him had talked, he had shown her attention beyond that a simple whore received and even offered to pay a voyage for her back to Volantis to let her return to her life there... perhaps he had passed her already, he didn't know. All he knew was the night before he left the city to return to Starfall the night had been hazy.
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Post by Ashelotte Sand on Apr 13, 2015 23:51:57 GMT
Ashelotte continued walking, following the man and waiting for an opportune moment to bump into them. She spotted a large crack in the stone pavement ahead of her. Perfect, she faked tripping on the crack, bumping into Solan as she felt and attempting to swipe his coinpurse. She immediately turned and ran, not even bothering to check if she did in fact have his coin. The skinny blonde child raced through the crowd. She was certain that Solan was following her, and duck into another alley. She wasted no time in racing down the alley and out onto another street. One advantage to being a street rat, she knew the city better than anyone.
Ashe ran inside and abandoned warehouse on the docks. She climbed an older ladder, with many of it's steps missing, and laid down flat against the floor of the storage loft inside it. Her blonde hair was hanging a little bit off the edge of the loft, but she didn't think it would pose much of an issue. After all, people seldom look up. She had a feeling he wouldn't even bother to check the loft, if he had even seen her run into the warehouse. She believed he'd probably find the ladder too dangerous to climb, being some sort of noble and all. She kept her eyes trained on the door to the building, waiting for him to walk through it. If she saw him first, maybe she could throw a knife at him.She was pretty sure she could hit him with the hilt. Such a blow would atleast stun him long enough for her to get away.
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Post by Solan Dayne on Apr 14, 2015 0:05:07 GMT
Funny thing about seeing a thief before hand and knowing her face was the same strategy in which she had used to know his face and the moment she bumped into him he felt the coinpurse with rocks in it, drop from his person and into hers. Sure the trick was underhanded but there was a rule to power and that was to be wiser, smarter, and more clever than your opponent and this girl was no such thing as she was simply one using her honed skills and not a experimental way in which to lift his coins. He had read about ways to fool pickpockets and one such way was what he utilized then and there as what she had taken was nothing more than a bag of rocks, weighing about the same and mixed in with a few slivers of iron to make sure that she heard a clinking in her running with it.
He then followed her at his leisure, tracking her down through the words of others, a coin to make them sing and two for their path in which she had taken. Never once would he touch his sword, no that would be wrong in which to draw it when what he was searching for was this girl's hiding place to see if he could learn fro her what she though she could accomplish with such a... memorable way in which to pickpocket one's person. It took him a bit but after a dozen long minutes he slowly opened the door into the building she had gone into, his eyes staring over the walls and then looking up as he spoke with his hand dusting off the cloak he wore around dark blue colored clothing with tinges of purple in them. His violet eyes running over the room as his brown hair was not that of a normal dayne's . "Do come out... it would be a pain to have to sit here and wait for you to get hungry."
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Post by Ashelotte Sand on Apr 14, 2015 0:18:53 GMT
Ashe growled and slowly got up. She slowly climbed down the latter, dropping the last few feet down to the floor. The young girl flipped her blonde hair out of her face, revealing a pair of violet eyes that were completely devoid of emotion. She glanced at the bag that she realized was clutched in her hand and held it out to him.
"Sorry for taking your coins, sir. Here, I promise I didn't take nothing out," the young girl told him, her voice completely empty of emotions. The blonde looked up at him as she spoke. It would be like looking into a stone. There was not a single hint of any thoughts or emotions in her face. She was rather good at being stoic.
She wondered what the man had meant by his comment. Did he mean to say he would stay there until she had to come out to get food, or did he intend to feed her? She shrugged off the last option. A man so above her would have no reason to care if she starved or not. Likely he intends to turn her into the guard. The poor girl mentally shuddered at the idea. She had no idea how she would manage to escape the guard, and if they took pity on her and let her go it'd mean she'd need a new city to work in. The girl was determined not to go to any of the strange houses by the docks, the ones full of women that strange men always visited, to look for work unless she had no other way to get by.
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Post by Solan Dayne on Apr 14, 2015 0:34:27 GMT
"You might want to steal something real next time, and not from someone who makes knowledge a passion and an tool. From what kind of plant that is to what kind of tea is served best in a Reach home... mind you its a herbal brew of calming taste. Certainly something worth trying... sit with me. Im sure one of my knights will catch up sooner or later, but until then im going to assume they had gotten themselves lost or stranded, such poor fools at times. A Warrior can be a poet, but no genius." He removed his sword and placed it infront of himself before sitting down and looking at her before smiling and taking the coinpurse from her before turning it upsidedown and the rocks and iron coins fell from it. "Neat trick, no?"
She seemed family, the features atleast, something about her just struck him as a thing he had seen before but she was far too emotionless. "Whats wrong, past your lack of food..." He said as his hands came around and reached into his cloak and took it from his shoulders as he hated the thing in the first place. Once done his hands would remove a waterskin from his side and he would pull his head back and drink from it before reaching out and holding it there for her to take. "Have a drink, you must be getting thirsty. And whats your name?" He would keep his hand out, letting her take it when she felt comfortable.
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Post by Ashelotte Sand on Apr 14, 2015 0:45:29 GMT
"Ashelotte Sand," she muttered, taking the waterskin from him quickly and taking a small sip of water before handing it back. "And what reason have I to tell you if anything is wrong with me?"
The girl's words were defiant and stubborn. It had been years since she had last let anyone see any emotion in her. The young girl had simply shut down after her mother died. No more smiles, laughter, or tears from her, only glares and stoic expressions. She was more of a statue than a girl it seemed. A few small knives were stuffed in a worn leather belt around her waist. The clothes she wore were torn and ragged, with dirt stains covering them. The child looked as if she had been on the streets for a very long time, and she seemed to have the mentality for it. Trust no one, speak to no one, and don't show any emotion to anyone.The girl was even becoming quit adept at it it seemed.
She merely continued to stare at him, even as his knights finally caught up with him. The girl didn't even flinch at the sudden intrusion. She merely gazed into the eyes of the large man in front of her. She guessed him to still be fairly young, and he seemed familiar somehow. The two of them definitely had the same eyes. Ashelotte had never met anyone else with purple eyes like hers. Her mother had always told her that her father had had eyes like her own, but she had never seen any man or women with such features.
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Post by Solan Dayne on Apr 14, 2015 0:58:50 GMT
"You look familiar is all, someone i knew long ago with the most beautiful hair, her eyes were purple too. Like yours, and mine which i assume you had noticed. Marks of valyrian ancestry. It was only for a week or so, but that week had been something of a dream, i regret not spending more time with her. But what could a kid care about that, lost love is not something that a young child like you could understand. I wish i could see her one more time, it would be that moment that i do that would be a reason in which coming to Volantis as a pit stop was worth it..." He frowned and waved off his knights to stand outside the building.
"How long ago was it since your last meal, and i don't mean that measily offering that you received through your tactics of survival my dear. What i mean is a proper meal, one worth having and worth savoring..." He smiled at her, she really did remind him of the woman he had met so long ago, even her name had faded from his memory but her face was as clear as day. The Silver hair, violet shades that danced when he looked at them, he could have forsaken his life and chose her but if he had would he be here today. Maybe not, he would have suffered in a place he didn't understand, the language hard enough to translate on his limited knowledge of Valyrian that he had ready.
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Post by Ashelotte Sand on Apr 14, 2015 1:18:05 GMT
Ashelotte was a bit confused by the speech. He mentioned Valyrians, which she knew nothing about so she mere shrugged his words off. She had no idea what he was rambling on about, and she didn't much care. When he mentioned meals though she perked up a bit. Did he intend to feed her or was he simply teasing her? She had no idea.
"I can't remember," she replied, looking down at her feet. Her frame was way to thin, showing years of malnutrition. Even when her mother had been alive, she never really ate well. Her mother either couldn't cook because of her illness or she simply couldn't afford food. The young girl had never really eaten well in her life.
"I don't think I ever have," she said after a few moments of thought. She honestly couldn't remember a single meal that hadn't left her hungry. Her stomach growled at that moment, as if to back up her on her statement. She would have laughed at the circumstances, if she had any emotion left. She used to be such a happy child. She had plenty of memories of her laughing with her mom, and even one or two friends during the few times her mother hadn't been ill. The blonde wished she could go back to those times, especially in moments like this. Here she was faced with a noble she had just tried to steal from, and she was all alone. No one was there to back her up.
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Post by Solan Dayne on Apr 14, 2015 1:37:48 GMT
"Then i will give you a meal... whats your name, and where is your family. I will give you all something to eat from for once that is worth it." His hands came out and he stood with his sword being returned to his side. He tried to reach out and help her out so that she could stand up. He smiled as he looked at her face and was sure of it now as he looked at her. She looked so familiar and also so sad it made him sad too looking at her. She seemed disconnected and the almost worried that she was going to be harmed worse if he just let her go off on her own. "Are you fine with that?"
He started walking, watching her though and leading her outside with his knights there who he just waved off. He was happy to simply be alone with this almost thief, still probably doing it because of how close she looked to the one he had met so long ago. Nine years at least, it would be rather funny if he ran into her now of all times with this child walking beside him, it might even look like he had become a father. That would be the day when he got to see her again and the only thing to show is that chance sight of him with a kid. Then again he wouldn't be opposed to it, a long talk after all this time is needed.
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Post by Ashelotte Sand on Apr 14, 2015 1:47:02 GMT
"I've no family, sir. My mother died a fear years ago. Been on my own ever since. Name's Ashelotte Sand, I ain't go no father either you know," she explained, walking along beside him. She sounded so disconnected and uncaring. As if the words weren't actually coming from her own mouth. She was like a puppet. A dangerous knife throwing puppet, but a puppet all the same. She glanced around at his knights, curious at why exactly he had them. She had never met a noble before. Did they all have this many knights?
"Are you a Lord of some kind sir?" she asked him after a few moments. She glanced up at him from where she walked at his side. It was an innocent enough question. She was just a young girl after all, and a poor, motherless bastard at that. She'd have very little knowledge of the world aside from what she learned on the streets. And living on the streets only teaches you one thing, how to survive. This young blonde was definitely a survivor. She had lived for three years without anyone to depend on. She had no family, no home, no job, and no friends. She was utterly alone in the world, with no one she could turn to. Her best hope would be to join a brothel and hope she wasn't treated to badly, but the innate sense of pride she had wouldn't allow her to do such a thing no matter what may befall her.
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Post by Solan Dayne on Apr 14, 2015 2:04:58 GMT
He stopped and looked at the girl as she said her name and that she was a simple bastard. For a few moments he stared but in the end held out his hand to her for her to hang onto as they walked back out into the street. "Come on, you can join me over on my ship. The food i have stored on board will taste better than most of the food in this city." He smiled at her as he now felt like he needed to help her. She seemed so emotionless it made him sad to see someone like this. Sure he was an analytical person but this girl was just a child. She didn't deserve to look this sad and to have such a life thrust on her. A slave trapped in her own place.
He looked at her again and then noticed something hanging from her neck as he stopped dead in his tracks. "What is that?" He asked, eyes shaking as he started to put together pieces that had been lain out before him. If it was wwhat he thought it was then he would probably stop then and there, staring with no words. Only one person had what he thought he had seen, it had been made specifically for that person and now his eyes stared at a piece of metal and stone that he had not seen in little over nine years.
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Post by Ashelotte Sand on Apr 14, 2015 2:17:04 GMT
"It was given to me by my mother. If you want it, you can't have it," she explain, pulling it out to show it to him. The necklace in question was a simple silver chain with a dark sapphire stone hanging from it. The stone was in the shape of a falling star, the symbol of House Dayne. She had gotten it from her mother shortly before she died and the young girl guarded it with her life. One man had tried to mug her for it, and she had stabbed him in the leg and ran off. She would never let anyone take it from her.
She stared at his outstretched hand for a moment, reaching out a bit nervously to take it. It was the first sign of emotion she had shown in a long time. Why was this man so concerned with her. She was a poor child, and a bastard at that. She was hardly suitable company for a Lord. Why did he look so sad? Every time he looked at her, there was a look of sadness in his eyes. Lots of people looked at her that way, but never a nobleman. A few courteous vendors would stare at her like that when they gave her small bits of food that they could no longer sell. Other poor street rats like her sometimes gave her that look, and even a few of the older commonfolk. So many people had given her that look of sadness, but never a Lord.
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Post by Solan Dayne on Apr 14, 2015 3:14:12 GMT
He knelt down and looked at it as he smiled lightly, a sad smile as he stared at it. He had wondered what had happened to her for so long and now it was clear that she was dead. "Don't worry, i would never take that from you... it belonged to your mother you said... i am sure she was a beautiful woman. Ashelotte... would you like to leave this place, i can take you with me on my ship if you want. You see, the chain you wear i am the one that gave it to your mother." He looked at the face of the small girl, knowing that even if she did believe him it was not an easy thing to hear that this man infront of her was the one that was her father and she had never once met before.
He still looked sad though, both in that now the woman he once though he would be able to find again might still be alive but isn't. "I promise you i am not lying... here..." He took out from his cloak a pendant with the same crest on it, sighing as he continued to look at the ground. "Im sorry, i really should have stopped her from returning..." He knelt there still infront of the child that he now knew was his, saddened that she had to live like this, not that it was his child that had to live like this. That her mother and her had to. "What... what happened to her..."
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