[for Phedre/Iggy]

[dontcallmeser]

Sandor seems to have, for once, missed the effects of the crackplot entirely. However, he is more than a little concerned about how he hasn't seen Phedre. And after they talked about being around more.

However, there is a snowstorm outside. So currently, the over-tall, imposing looking and currently very not friendly Hound can be found stalking in

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[phedre_25]

Continued from here.

Phedre is actually not very far - she's in a smaller reading room which communicates with the kitchen, telling a story to a young boy, tall for his age but very young-looking. The tale is just started, and she says, "So he was a young boy, then, who wanted to become the best knight in the world, but he was not born in the right family for that..."

Assuming Iggy's typist will tag next? (so we can have Sandor/Phedre/Iggy for an order?

[blindbomber]

He's sitting close to her, eyes closed and wings tucked in tightly against his back as he listens. He guessed that a 'knight' was a very good thing indeed.

Howdy!

[dontcallmeser]

Sandor hears her voice before he becomes aware who she's talking to, and squares his shoulders, half expecting Lord Martell. Or worse. But that's...not Lord Martell that replies.

He stares at the kid, not quite hostile. "What're you telling him stories about knights for?"

No, Sandor does not like them. The burn scars on one side of his face are probably visible as he turns in their direction, irritable for his worry.

[phedre_25]

"They're tales, Sandor, and you haven't heard them" Phedre replies calmly, though she looks at him disapprovingly, though she wraps an arm around Iggy more protectively, on instinct. "Besides, don't you know it's terribly impolite to butt in without introductions?"

Oh, Sandor's lucky she loves him. Very lucky.