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a  starter  for  @inferuxs

THERE  WERE  A  THOUSAND  VOICES  ABOUT  HER,  A  MILLION  NOISES  CREATING  A  LANDSCAPE  INSIDE  HER  HEAD.      the  docks;  where  men  and  women  from  every  corner  of  the  world  mingled;  merchants  shouting  their  deals  and  their  wares,  the  splash  of  WAVES  eroding  shining  stones.  the  creak  of  ship’s  masts,  the  screams  of  bare-footed  children.  nets  swinging,  full  of  THE  DAY’S  CATCH.   and  in  it  all,  she  had  to  focus,  just  to  pick  up  little  bits  of  dialogue.  news.  rumours.  a  Lady  gossiping  about  the  Sea-Lord’s  health,  a  man  screaming  his  complaints,  a  Westerosi——    and  in  that  mess,  FOOTSTEPS.    she  heard  them,  light,  but  coming  near.

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‘  SPARE  A  COPPER,  LORD?  ‘      of  course  she  was  sure  they  were  no  LORD.  but  the  people  loved  to  be  flattered.  the  KIND  ones  and  the  cruel;  those  who  might  steal  away  a  BLIND  GIRL.  any  situation;  she  had  to  prepare.  she’d  been  HIT  before,  chased.  this  was  one  big  test.  one  big  punishment.  she  held  up  her  flat  dish,  BRUISED  fingers  shaking  against  it’s  sides.  her  breath  was  RAGGED,  eyes  white.  she  saw  nothing. 

        “ A copper or two,” Jaqen H’ghar politely intones, delicately dropping two coins into the blind girl’s dish. The heated silence is broken by the echo of the coins against thin metal, and the man does not take a step back. Ginger and cloves.

        To disembark, to walk one’s way home, and to see the mouse-turned-girl in the midst of a crowded street was not marked upon the man’s itinerary, had he one. The girl blind, nevertheless. ( Something within him tautens at the reflection. He was blinded for a period, was he not? For the good of the Many-Faced God, he knows. For the good of the order. For the good of the Many-Faced God. ) Does his master know of this evil child’s — child’s? — deeds past done? How did this girl find her way to the ebony and weirwood doors? Who gave her the blindness-inducing drink? Who is training her? So he must ponder.

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        “ A girl takes a new name,” he observes with a cant of the head—- something the one in question surely cannot see. “ A girl kept a man’s coin.” 

       The cool tone lacing his conclusions belies the earnest surprise welling within him. Were he more verbal, he would proffer her the innumerable questions which swim through his mind. He cannot settle on just one, however, and remains quiet. There is naught to be said in a place teeming with people; yet, to speak betwixt the stone walls which make up the House of Black and White is to renounce all privacy. 

 

abrideoffire:

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                     ❛   Apologies —- where did you say you came from again, ser?   ❜  

inferuxs liked for a thing.

                       ◤ alar  orghulis. ◢
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        “ My Queen— A man hails from Lorath,
                          of the Free Cities. Is it of concern?”

 

R U L E

INDEPENDENT
JAQEN H'GHAR
OF GRRM'S
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE.

Y O U R

LOW ACTIVITY.
MULTI-EVERYTHING.
#INFERUXS

F A C E.

PLEASE READ
LINKS 02., 04., AND 06.
BEFORE INTERATCION.