"Good morning," Tyrion said, then cocked his head and froze. The young woman at the picnic had mentioned having a Westerosi roommate, but as the weeks had passed he'd begun to think either the girl was mistaken, or her roommate was someone so far displaced from him in time or importance that the shared homeworld didn't matter.
Foolish of him to count on such luck. The white hair marked this young woman as every inch a Targaryen, even if he'd thought Viserys's poor sister too young for this school. Though -- it wasn't necessarily the same year for her, was it?
He realized he'd been staring for a moment, trying to make sense of her garments and bearing. Invite her in and see what she has to say.
"Come in. I suppose it's foolish to inquire if you have a particular idea who I am."
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Date: 2011-09-20 02:38 pm (UTC)Foolish of him to count on such luck. The white hair marked this young woman as every inch a Targaryen, even if he'd thought Viserys's poor sister too young for this school. Though -- it wasn't necessarily the same year for her, was it?
He realized he'd been staring for a moment, trying to make sense of her garments and bearing. Invite her in and see what she has to say.
"Come in. I suppose it's foolish to inquire if you have a particular idea who I am."