[WILLOW]

"Leave me." The Dothraki slips off her tongue like a second nature these days. She never has to think about about the words she needs to speak before she says them anymore.  Her servants leave her without hesitation, smiles on their faces. Star knows that the girls enjoy time away from serving her, but it's more than just letting them have time off. She needs time to herself, not often does she get to roam by herself.  She wanders the market by herself, her eyes strolling from stall to stall. She'll take this time to enjoy herself and she hopes not to be interrupted.

murk

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS

[murk]

[attr="class","fullbody"]

[attr="class","iconbody"]
WILLOW

[attr="class","halfbody"]To be honest, Erik isn't sure if travelling to Essos was a good idea. Considering it was one of his spur-of-the-moment adventures, it wasn't really destined to be a smart idea. Just something to keep his mind preoccupied from other, more pressing matters. For example, everything about Westeros was slowly grating on his nerves, and it felt great to finally be rid of it - albeit temporarily.

Apparently, the Khaleesi was somewhere to be found, but he tried to make it less of a habit on getting himself into trouble. Essos wasn't known for being merciful with those that broke certain rules, and Erik has a feeling that it wasn't going to cut a Lannister boy slack. Strolling along the stalls, he just barely keeps himself from colliding head-on with a blonde lady. Clearing his throat, he prepares himself to say the less-than-often recited apology. "Apologies, my Lady. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

CODED BY GUNDAM-KUN

[newclass=.fullbody]width: 300px; padding: 10px; background: #232323; color: #cdcdcd;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .iconbody]padding: 5px; position: relative; z-index: 3; height: 140px; margin-bottom: -146px; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease; background: #232323; opacity: 0;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .iconbody a]line-height: 10px; font: 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .iconbody a:hover]line-height: 10px; font: 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody:hover .iconbody]transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease; opacity: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .halfbody]padding: 5px; font: 11px verdana; text-align: justify; border: 3px double #141414;[/newclass]

[WILLOW]

Star's ears pick-up the non-Dothraki like a second nature. Her eyes turn towards the male, and her eyes squint. This is no man of Essos, this is a man of the land across the Narrow River. His words are not of a language she speaks often, so it takes her longer to find the words to speak.  However, before she speaks, she laughs. My lady, that is a title she has not be called a long time. "I am no lady, boy," she says.

murk

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS

[murk]

[attr="class","fullbody"]

[attr="class","iconbody"]
WILLOW

[attr="class","halfbody"]He wasn't sure if he was more surprised at being called a boy or hearing something that was spoken in a common tongue that was much more familiar than those technically born in Essos. Lifting an eyebrow, Erik seemed to almost grin a little. "Well you look like a lady to me." It was a more mumbled comment, half hoping that it was loud enough for her to hear.

The grin quickly turned into a frown as he pondered more on what she had said. "If you aren't a lady, then what should I call you?"

CODED BY GUNDAM-KUN

[newclass=.fullbody]width: 300px; padding: 10px; background: #232323; color: #cdcdcd;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .iconbody]padding: 5px; position: relative; z-index: 3; height: 140px; margin-bottom: -146px; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease; background: #232323; opacity: 0;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .iconbody a]line-height: 10px; font: 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .iconbody a:hover]line-height: 10px; font: 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody:hover .iconbody]transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease; opacity: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .halfbody]padding: 5px; font: 11px verdana; text-align: justify; border: 3px double #141414;[/newclass]

[WILLOW]

His comment makes a frown appear on her face. She is no lady in a castle waiting for the men to return from war. She is no lady who lives to birth and breed. She is far more than that, and the word lady does not being to explain who she is. She does not say anything about it, she keeps her thoughts to herself no matter how prominent the frown is on her face. I believe it is a common courtesy to give your name first before you ask for another's." She says without answering his question.

murk

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS

[murk]

[attr="class","fullbody"]

[attr="class","iconbody"]
WILLOW

[attr="class","halfbody"]The frown on her face says the millions of words that she doesn't say. How he said the wrong thing, how he fucked up royally in general. Though, from her lack of commenting about it, he figured it wasn't too bad. Or maybe it was so bad that she didn't want to comment on it at all. To just move on from the subject entirely. Erik wasn't sure he blamed her.

Not to mention the fact that he fucked up twice in a row. Then again, Erik and being the gracious Lannister didn't quite mix very well. "Erik Lannister, apologizing once again for being rude." Biting his lower lip, he decided that looking over at Star was far better than looking at the stalls. "But I believe it's your turn, now."

CODED BY GUNDAM-KUN

[newclass=.fullbody]width: 300px; padding: 10px; background: #232323; color: #cdcdcd;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .iconbody]padding: 5px; position: relative; z-index: 3; height: 140px; margin-bottom: -146px; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease; background: #232323; opacity: 0;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .iconbody a]line-height: 10px; font: 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .iconbody a:hover]line-height: 10px; font: 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody:hover .iconbody]transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease; opacity: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.fullbody .halfbody]padding: 5px; font: 11px verdana; text-align: justify; border: 3px double #141414;[/newclass]

[WILLOW]

A Lannister boy, Star has heard of this family. A rich one that lives across the Narrow Sea, a family who once sat on the Iron Throne. Star doesn't know the Lannisters personally though, so she cannot place a judgement on him. "I am born to the name Star Targaryen, Erik of House Lannister," she says. "Why have you traveled across the Narrow Sea to Essos from your home?"	murk
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS