[Sure enough, the horse skids to a halt and the hounds dance slightly sideways as she rears upward and starts to circle the tree. Below, Ren glowers upward at her.
That is a Dornish accent he hears. How curious.
His hand comes to rest on the hilt of his sword, the other tangled in his horse's reins.]
Rather demanding for a traitor to the crown. Perhaps if you throw me the missive, I will call them off.
[One of the hounds takes a powerful leap, claws scraping the trunk far higher than they have any right to. Of course, there was no way they were making it up there, but Ren can see that she fears them -- and so, he ignores her request.
But she isn't talking around the parchment. Surely she hadn't swallowed it. She'd have to be -- insane.]
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That is a Dornish accent he hears. How curious.
His hand comes to rest on the hilt of his sword, the other tangled in his horse's reins.]
Rather demanding for a traitor to the crown. Perhaps if you throw me the missive, I will call them off.
[One of the hounds takes a powerful leap, claws scraping the trunk far higher than they have any right to. Of course, there was no way they were making it up there, but Ren can see that she fears them -- and so, he ignores her request.
But she isn't talking around the parchment. Surely she hadn't swallowed it. She'd have to be -- insane.]