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Oct 06, 2008 17:54

To Robb's mind, the rain makes sense. His father is gone, an event which would be worthy of a blizzard, of winter in all its cold glory, but the rain--dismal, gloomy, and everpresent as the ache in his gut--makes more sense ( Read more... )

sansa stark, robb stark, bill weasley, robin of locksley, davos seaworth

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lifeisnotasong October 6 2008, 19:12:37 UTC
Normally Sansa would never venture out in weather like this but there is only so long one can coop up a toddler, especially one as tantrum prone as Eddara was in the wake of losing her grandfather. She didn't understand that he was gone and that no amount of screaming and pleading would bring him back. So Sansa had bundled them both up as waterproof as could be, the clothes box had provided again and she hoped this was not indication that the island planned a month of this weather, thought it seemed like that would be the case. Eddara had small pink rubber boots that she was actually quite fond of and had developed a fondness for jumping in puddles that both quite distracted her and yet made Sansa's attempts at waterproofing her most useless. When they get home it will be a warming bath for Eddara at least that won't cause fuss, Eddara is very fond of water ( ... )

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_kinginthenorth October 6 2008, 19:19:41 UTC
Robb lowers the sword quickly so he can greet Eddara properly, dropping to a crouch and holding out an arm. "Well, hello to both of you. Braving the wet, little one, are you?"

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lifeisnotasong October 6 2008, 19:34:19 UTC
"Splash," said Eddara brightly as Sansa releases her to clamber on Robb. "splash, splash."

Sansa shakes her head, splattering rain drops from her damp red curls. "I couldn't keep her in, much as I tried."

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_kinginthenorth October 6 2008, 19:38:34 UTC
Robb laughs, lifting Eddara onto his shoulders. "I should imagine not. The rest of us may know it's not fit weather to be outside, but it's rather new for her yet, isn't it?"

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theonionknight October 6 2008, 19:19:10 UTC
Davos tried his best to avoid the Starks but Summerfell was not far from his hut and closer still to the docks. In those conditions it would be impossible for him to never see them at all and so he wasn't particularly surprised when he came upon the Young Wolf practising his sword work. Once he'd seen him, of course, it would be rude not to greet him so he paused in his path, wrapping his traveller's cloak tighter around him as he did so, and raised his good right hand at Robb.

"You handle it well, my lord."

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_kinginthenorth October 6 2008, 19:20:59 UTC
Robb lowers the sword, startled but only a little, and nods his head in greeting. He has not been avoiding Seaworth, respects him rather, but when it comes down to it they have little enough to say to each other. "I thank you, Ser."

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theonionknight October 6 2008, 21:03:34 UTC
Davos felt much the same; he was Stannis' man and the others from Westeros had knelt to other kings. As far as he was concerned that was all there was to it and when they met he felt the same awkwardness he had when talking to the Queen's men back at Dragonstone.

"It's ever good to see you," he replied with all the courtesy he could muster. "Is the blade newly arrived, mayhap?"

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_kinginthenorth October 6 2008, 21:07:49 UTC
Robb shakes his head, the blade at his side. "It is my lord father's sword," he says, and for a moment, even to this near-stranger, the despair is naked on his face. "He is gone now from this place."

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red_ponytail October 7 2008, 04:32:16 UTC
Bill wasn't about to attempt to remain cooped up inside whilst it was raining; he would have got too sodding bored with it. So he'd cajoled some rain gear out of the clothes box - a gray mac, a pair of bright yellow wellies, and a dark gray hat someone'd told him was called a fedora - and headed outside.

They'd both been teaching Weaponry for three terms now, since the school's beginning, and Bill still was impressed with how well Robb handled a sword. He called out as he approached, though he knew that if Robb hadn't heard him coming, Grey Wind definitely had. "Oi, Robb!"

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_kinginthenorth October 7 2008, 12:09:57 UTC
Both man's approach and wolf's acknowledgement of it fail to draw Robb from his thoughts, but the call of greeting does it, and he lowers the sword and drags an arm across his forhead--an exercise in futility; there's just as much rain there as was a moment ago. "Bill--can't stand being trapped inside either, I take it?"

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red_ponytail October 8 2008, 03:43:14 UTC
"Never could, not for long," he replied with a grin, but the usual cheer in his voice was not all there. "I'd offer to spar, but I think you know you'd have me beat in about three bloody seconds."

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_kinginthenorth October 8 2008, 20:58:59 UTC
"Maybe not with this," Robb says with a tired grin. "It's heavier than I'm used to, I'd not thought it would be so soon I'd wield it."

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outlawrobin October 8 2008, 21:51:17 UTC
Robin knows Robb - chance meetings in the IPD office and for a time he lived very close to the home of the Starks, he might even deep down where he would never admit it envy them the large family some many of them together. Robin's blood family was never large but he made his own and he misses him all the more now the rain reminds him of England. But then losses happen and he wonders if it is better not to have them than to have them and lose them - he won't get his hopes up, the island will torment him with Alan or worse Gisborne.

He recognises the blade as well as belonging to the old and now gone Lord Stark and so he offers the only solace he can think of. "You wield it well."

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_kinginthenorth October 9 2008, 16:53:04 UTC
Robb lowers it, turning to him with a nod of acknowledgement. "I thank you."

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outlawrobin October 9 2008, 22:03:21 UTC
"Though you hardly have the weather for it," Robin carries on glancing around. "Though it reminds me of home a bit."

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_kinginthenorth October 10 2008, 12:25:17 UTC
"Wait till the snow comes again," Robb says wryly, "and I'll say the same. I do admit it's nice for a bit of a change. And...it fits, somehow." He shrugs, not really wanting to explain that further. "You're a bit from home."

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