my septa thought a bear coupling with a maiden was inappropriate, so she told me it is a song about the dangers of wildlife, in which the bear mauls the maiden.
i shall send you some of the verses. really, i should let you make the call for your own self.
"The bear, the bear! Lifted her high into the air! The bear! The bear!
I called for a knight, but you're a bear! A bear, a bear! All black and brown and covered with hair
She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair, But he licked the honey from her hair. Her hair! Her hair! He licked the honey from her hair!
Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air! My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!"
and she was INTO it. clearly an early furry type. "licked the honey from her hair" i mean the bear ate her out there is more than one place a gal has hair
tara, i can infer "banging", but what is a "furry type"?
the rest of the song implies it is a dancing bear, those are often taught to catch balls and the like. i suppose it could grab a woman easily enough.
"And down the road from here to there. From here! To there! Three boys, a goat and a dancing bear! They danced and spun, all the way to the fair! The fair! The fair!
Oh, sweet she was, and pure and fair! The maid with honey in her hair! Her hair! Her hair! The maid with honey in her hair!
The bear smelled the scent on the summer air. The bear! The bear!"
there is no tender way to put this, the maiden was in a most agitated state by the roadside and the bear smelled her from afar. none of this is awfully tempting.
in some variants, the goat is quite involved, but i wish you had not reminded me.
i suppose the bear could be a jolly hairy man? but then why make such a point of it. and why would he be able to scent her from afar if he was not an animal of sorts?
many of them. all of my lord husband's favourites, in fact.
of course they do. there's nothing more fun than fuckin around with language
yeah plainly they had no idea about what the fuck bears are. either that or its a metaphor, but i prefer the explanation where bears are just mysterious animals that may or may not have thumbs
and like, so what? he's not here, is he? you can call him whatever you want here.
either way, the bears are ready to sow their seed and i am not sure if that is better or worse than "when willum's wife was wet".
and what good would that do me? until i have a son, none of this is particularly stable. the last thing i need is for someone to hear something they shouldn't
i am eight-and-ten. i have been a woman grown for two years past. my former lady-in-waiting, jeyne, had her second child three moons ago. what do you think robert married me for?
[ she'd mainly listened to it on the radio - probably another concept she'd have to explain to cersei. she certainly wouldn't be explaining her errant teenage taylor swift phase. ]
thats fucked up though. like. having a kid at 18. that's a LOT of responsibiity
anyway heres some lyrics:
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school Old folks say, "You poor little fool" Down the streets I'm the girl next door I'm the fox you've been waiting for
Hello, daddy, hello, mom I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb Hello world I'm your wild girl I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Stone age love and strange sounds too Come on, baby, let me get to you Bad nights causing teenage blues Get down ladies, you've got nothin' to lose
Hello, daddy, hello, mom I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb Hello world I'm your wild girl I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
in truth, i am looking forward to it. it will be quieter, after.
well, there will be a babe, of course, silence is not in their nature, but there won't be a thing in the world that this child wants for.
⟪ securing her place, keeping herself safe, ending those ravens from her father on the matter. a little lion cub to slit the throat of robert baratheon's legacy before it ever began. and someone in that godsdamned keep she can love, without fear or reservation, and who will never wish her ill. ⟫
oh, i like it. quite a few lines in there that would have my septa revolt – the idea of a 'wild girl' would inspire her to rant about virtues for a fortnight. plus, 'get down ladies' would cause plenty of stir at court. is there a meaning to 'cherry bomb'? fruits tend to have the association of ripeness, which usually suggests someone is bound to lose their maidenhead.
being responsible for another human being sounds awful
i cant even be responsible for myself.
anyway yeah its from a cool band that existed like 30 years before i was born it has some dope guitar so yeah a cherry bomb is a small bomb that explodes and stuff. so a weapon. but also bringing in the virginity association i guess wait you've probably never heard electric guitar before ??? omg anyway heres more lyrics from a diff song:
Bodies without minds I hear you're the one with the bleeding heart Blue and bittersweet You tear my dreams apart
Cause I was born to be bad I'm not sad And I'm glad I did it Born to be bad I'm not sad, why don't you all get with it
there will be nursemaids, and my ladies-in-waiting, servants – he will still be my son, of course, i won't leave him with any of the lot for long.
from what you told me, you have had to be responsible for yourself for a very long time.
i would not even know what a guitar is, much less what electricity would do to the thing. prince rhaegar played the harp, though, and most bards have lutes. would electricity light them up? heat them?
a song against pity and regret. joan jett must have lived an interesting life.
wait, let me write you down the rains of castamere. family histroy, courtesy of my lord father, though i do not know which singer wrote the thing.
and who are you, the proud lord said, that i must bow so low? only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth i know. in a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws, and mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours.
and so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.
i guess, but: yikes. where im from, it's not normal for women your age to have kids
in case that wasnt obvious from my commentary and yeah but responsibility? no thx
anyway a guitar is like a string instrument. kind of like your lute or your harp. but maybe with a deeper sound?? i don't know, i'm not really good at music. one of the other people who lives here knows that shit tho. the electric just makes it sound radder
and yeah she did. i think shes still alive. its her band but not her voice in the song, thats cherie currie, another girl.
anyway that sounds ominous. given that you said it's a family history, i'm gonna need u to explain the context. otherwise i'll just assume it's about literal lions
i mean, i would gladly wait, but a kingdom needs an heir.
radder? well, perhaps i simply ought to ask you to accompany me into town. we will find a shop that sells musical instruments and you will show me your rad-most example of a guitar. what an utterly bizarre world you come from. women who sing in groups? and that song is hardly one the faith would approve of. you know, i should like to see it.
not literal lions, not in this one. the golden lion is the sigil of house lannister, so every song or tale or banal talk about us features some manner of a lion by-name or lion imagery. ours is the principal house of the westerlands, it has been since the age of heroes thousands of years ago. in fact, the north and the westerlands are the only parts of the seven kingdoms that have not changed hands at all.
⟪ focus!!! ⟫
my grandfather, tytos lannister, was weak. in fact, he was often called the toothless lion, it took him less than one-and-ten years as lord of casterly rock (our ancestral seat) to nearly drive the westerlands to ruin, all while strengthening his own enemies. in the end, two of the lesser houses rouse up against lannister rule.
one of them was house reyne of castamere, which had for its sigil the red lion mentioned in the song. it was my father, tywin lannister, who crushed the reyne-tarbeck rebellion, extinguishing both houses in his wake – thus the 'rains' weeping over empty halls.
yeah i can show you a guitar. i know a couple of ppl who can play and yeah there are tons of girl bands. not all of them r good though some of them are stupid. and mixed bands too, ones where the girl is like the main person n shit like fleetwood mac
huh ok so youre a lion. maybe youre the one who should have been stuck as a cat. i guess theres still time for that tho
nwyay ok. nice metaphors. sounds like general medieval history stuff i think so people always sing it to commemorate your dad razing another family to the ground? i mean, it sends a message.
is there a bear house could the bear and the maiden fair be about the bear house people?
i would like that very much. mixed? my old septa would faint. did you ever learn to play an instrument? band together with other youths to play?
i should like a lion's claws. they are such impressive animals when they are grown – no one but my brother and i dared to enter their cages, back at the rock. besides, i quite envy you these wings, too, and the poison you will have. plus, a pair of sweet, golden ears would compliment my hair just so.
⟪ there is, in fact, a grainy, pixelated picture attached, of her own hair against an equally gold-furred creature. ⟫
it is the message he is so fond of. he uses it in threats as well. it is how he secured his own lands and made a name of himself even before the old king named him his hand. he casts a long shadow, the great lion.
house mormont of bear island. jorah is the eldest son, but he is rumoured to... struggle in certain areas. he has been wed to his wife for some time now, you see, but an heir to bear island is not yet forthcoming. awfully hairy fellow, except where it counts, for his head is polished brighter than his armour.
yeah mixed spretty common i think what the hell is a septa
anyway yeah you'd look cool with a lion's claws, if you're down for all the monstery changes. weirdest part is the tongue. nice pic. is that an actual lion. that looks really big for a kitten. do you just have a lion cub? that's some supervillain shit. makes sense w/ the whole queen thing tho
[ in tara's limited experience with monarchs, anyway. ]
sounds like a good message to send.
"we're a bear people that can't even fuck" isn't. is the functioning of that dude's dick common knowledge? horrible we should gossip like that here come on give me some more medieval burns
a septa is a woman sworn to the faith of the seven. in a noble household, they do a lot of the teaching, especially for the girls. mine taught me my letters, courtly manners, lead me in prayer, that sort of thing. if she had caught me practicing music with men, she would have been most cross with me.
what happened to your tongue? has it gone rough like a cat's? he is a lion cub! i named him tybolt, and there is nothing villainous to him, or to the keeping of lions. my grandfather had his own, my brother and i used to dare one another near them. how could so sweet a creature be anything but simply the best gift for christ-mass? ⟪ what follows are no less than two-dozen images of tybolt the cub: tybolt on her bed, his spotted legs stretched out, tybolt sucking on a bottle of what must be milk (thank you, area pet shop), tybolt in her arms, licking his own paws, sleeping, at play, in the snow, being fed a treat of meat –– it simply does not end. ⟫
it is one theory. of course, his wife could be barren, and they are northerners. maybe he simply froze his little mast off a long time ago. what do you gossip about? there must be something. trade me. most of it is a matter of who lies with whom. the honourable eddard stark is said to have deflowered the lady ashara dayne at the tourney in harrenhal, but i have never met a more sullen man in all my life, surely the mere thought of pleasure sought outside of wedlock would have turned him limp with shame.
so thats your faith, i'm assuming. if you're religious at all.
[ wait is that weird to bring up? tara thinks that might be weird. ]
yeah its all rough like a cat's now. weird.
yeah, okay, he's pretty cute. i'm not really a cat person, believe it or not. i always wanted a dog when i was a kid. but yeah, he's cute. why the name tybolt. i'm guessing you're not a shakespeare fan because you probably dont have shakespeare
as for gossip - idk. most of the gossip i know is about other capes back home. people you don't know obviously. but it's pretty much the same. who's fucking who, who's gay. who switched sides. who's died. whos maybe not dead after all. pretty routine stuff
as for people here i'll have to find more gossip for you
anyway yeah he sounds like a shitty lay but i wouldn't be surprised. men are the worst. especially powerful men. they aren't "honorable" ever
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<terra>
ok but like
did the bear fuck the maiden fair? is that normal where ur from
<QueenRegnant>
what kind of question. ⟫
it is not 'normal'. the seven-pointed star forbids it.
that said: the bear does indeed fuck, though some deny it as a matter of interpretation.
⟪ oh gods, she's just assumed this is tara. ⟫
tara?
<terra>
ok so your star says no but
the bear FUCKS
tell me the other matters of interpretation, your highness. gotta hear your scholarly opinion
<QueenRegnant>
i shall send you some of the verses. really, i should let you make the call for your own self.
"The bear, the bear!
Lifted her high into the air!
The bear! The bear!
I called for a knight, but you're a bear!
A bear, a bear!
All black and brown and covered with hair
She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair,
But he licked the honey from her hair.
Her hair! Her hair!
He licked the honey from her hair!
Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air!
My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!"
<terra>
and she was INTO it. clearly an early furry type. "licked the honey from her hair" i mean the bear ate her out there is more than one place a gal has hair
did this bear have thumbs how did it lift her
<QueenRegnant>
the rest of the song implies it is a dancing bear, those are often taught to catch balls and the like. i suppose it could grab a woman easily enough.
"And down the road from here to there.
From here! To there!
Three boys, a goat and a dancing bear!
They danced and spun, all the way to the fair!
The fair! The fair!
Oh, sweet she was, and pure and fair!
The maid with honey in her hair!
Her hair! Her hair!
The maid with honey in her hair!
The bear smelled the scent on the summer air.
The bear! The bear!"
there is no tender way to put this, the maiden was in a most agitated state by the roadside and the bear smelled her from afar. none of this is awfully tempting.
<terra>
so a furry is someone who is attracted to like. animals with human-like characteristics i guess?? it's a weird thing from my era.
ok so like
next: was there like an orgy? was the goat involved? the maid was clearly so horny that the bear smelled it.
in modern parlance a bear is also a slang term for a buff hairy gay dude but since the maiden fair appears to be a maiden fair and all
but yeah, they fucked. are all songs from your world like this.
<QueenRegnant>
in some variants, the goat is quite involved, but i wish you had not reminded me.
i suppose the bear could be a jolly hairy man? but then why make such a point of it. and why would he be able to scent her from afar if he was not an animal of sorts?
many of them. all of my lord husband's favourites, in fact.
<terra>
all true. the bear has opposable thumbs and a super-nose, and gives great head. maybe he is a knight after all.
as for your "lord husband," you really don't have to call him that. he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who deserves a title.
<QueenRegnant>
isn't it slightly reassuring to think that whoever sang the song first did not seem to be so fluent in the nature of bears?
well, if i were to call him a drunken fool unworthy of his titles and his throne, he will more like than not react appropriately to treasonous talk.
<terra>
yeah plainly they had no idea about what the fuck bears are. either that or its a metaphor, but i prefer the explanation where bears are just mysterious animals that may or may not have thumbs
and like, so what? he's not here, is he? you can call him whatever you want here.
<QueenRegnant>
and what good would that do me? until i have a son, none of this is particularly stable. the last thing i need is for someone to hear something they shouldn't
<terra>
and you'd get to vent that's good
also no offense but you are waaaaaaay too young to be having a son, like. as a rule
<QueenRegnant>
i am eight-and-ten. i have been a woman grown for two years past. my former lady-in-waiting, jeyne, had her second child three moons ago. what do you think robert married me for?
<terra>
[ she'd mainly listened to it on the radio - probably another concept she'd have to explain to cersei. she certainly wouldn't be explaining her errant teenage taylor swift phase. ]
thats fucked up though. like. having a kid at 18. that's a LOT of responsibiity
anyway heres some lyrics:
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
Old folks say, "You poor little fool"
Down the streets I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for
Hello, daddy, hello, mom
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Stone age love and strange sounds too
Come on, baby, let me get to you
Bad nights causing teenage blues
Get down ladies, you've got nothin' to lose
Hello, daddy, hello, mom
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
<QueenRegnant>
well, there will be a babe, of course, silence is not in their nature, but there won't
be a thing in the world that this child wants for.
⟪ securing her place, keeping herself safe, ending those ravens from her father on the matter. a little lion cub to slit the throat of robert baratheon's legacy before it ever began. and someone in that godsdamned keep she can love, without fear or reservation, and who will never wish her ill. ⟫
oh, i like it. quite a few lines in there that would have my septa revolt – the idea of a 'wild girl' would inspire her to rant about virtues for a fortnight. plus, 'get down ladies' would cause plenty of stir at court. is there a meaning to 'cherry bomb'? fruits tend to have the association of ripeness, which usually suggests someone is bound to lose their maidenhead.
<terra>
i cant even be responsible for myself.
anyway yeah its from a cool band that existed like 30 years before i was born it has some dope guitar
so yeah a cherry bomb is a small bomb that explodes and stuff. so a weapon. but also bringing in the virginity association i guess
wait you've probably never heard electric guitar before ??? omg
anyway heres more lyrics from a diff song:
Bodies without minds
I hear you're the one with the bleeding heart
Blue and bittersweet
You tear my dreams apart
Cause I was born to be bad
I'm not sad
And I'm glad I did it
Born to be bad
I'm not sad, why don't you all get with it
joan jett was baller
<QueenRegnant>
from what you told me, you have had to be responsible for yourself for a very long time.
i would not even know what a guitar is, much less what electricity would do to the thing.
prince rhaegar played the harp, though, and most bards have lutes. would electricity light them up? heat them?
a song against pity and regret. joan jett must have lived an interesting life.
wait, let me write you down the rains of castamere. family histroy, courtesy of my lord father, though i do not know which singer wrote the thing.
and who are you, the proud lord said,
that i must bow so low?
only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth i know.
in a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
and mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
and so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of castamere,
but now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
< terra >
in case that wasnt obvious from my commentary
and yeah but responsibility? no thx
anyway a guitar is like a string instrument. kind of like your lute or your harp. but maybe with a deeper sound?? i don't know, i'm not really good at music. one of the other people who lives here knows that shit tho. the electric just makes it sound radder
and yeah she did. i think shes still alive. its her band but not her voice in the song, thats cherie currie, another girl.
anyway
that sounds ominous.
given that you said it's a family history, i'm gonna need u to explain the context. otherwise i'll just assume it's about literal lions
<QueenRegnant>
radder? well, perhaps i simply ought to ask you to accompany me into town. we will find a shop that sells musical instruments and you will show me your rad-most example of a guitar.
what an utterly bizarre world you come from. women who sing in groups? and that song is hardly one the faith would approve of. you know, i should like to see it.
not literal lions, not in this one. the golden lion is the sigil of house lannister, so every song or tale or banal talk about us features some manner of a lion by-name or lion imagery. ours is the principal house of the westerlands, it has been since the age of heroes thousands of years ago. in fact, the north and the westerlands are the only parts of the seven kingdoms that have not changed hands at all.
⟪ focus!!! ⟫
my grandfather, tytos lannister, was weak. in fact, he was often called the toothless lion, it took him less than one-and-ten years as lord of casterly rock (our ancestral seat) to nearly drive the westerlands to ruin, all while strengthening his own enemies. in the end, two of the lesser houses rouse up against lannister rule.
one of them was house reyne of castamere, which had for its sigil the red lion mentioned in the song. it was my father, tywin lannister, who crushed the reyne-tarbeck rebellion, extinguishing both houses in his wake – thus the 'rains' weeping over empty halls.
<terra>
[ time to change the subject! ]
yeah i can show you a guitar. i know a couple of ppl who can play
and yeah there are tons of girl bands. not all of them r good though some of them are stupid. and mixed bands too, ones where the girl is like the main person n shit like fleetwood mac
huh ok so youre a lion. maybe youre the one who should have been stuck as a cat. i guess theres still time for that tho
nwyay ok. nice metaphors. sounds like general medieval history stuff i think
so people always sing it to commemorate your dad razing another family to the ground?
i mean, it sends a message.
is there a bear house
could the bear and the maiden fair be about the bear house people?
<QueenRegnant>
mixed? my old septa would faint. did you ever learn to play an instrument? band together with other youths to play?
i should like a lion's claws. they are such impressive animals when they are grown – no one but my brother and i dared to enter their cages, back at the rock.
besides, i quite envy you these wings, too, and the poison you will have. plus, a pair of sweet, golden ears would compliment my hair just so.
⟪ there is, in fact, a grainy, pixelated picture attached, of her own hair against an equally gold-furred creature. ⟫
it is the message he is so fond of. he uses it in threats as well. it is how he secured his own lands and made a name of himself even before the old king named him his hand. he casts a long shadow, the great lion.
house mormont of bear island. jorah is the eldest son, but he is rumoured to... struggle in certain areas. he has been wed to his wife for some time now, you see, but an heir to bear island is not yet forthcoming. awfully hairy fellow, except where it counts, for his head is polished brighter than his armour.
<terra>
spretty common i think
what the hell is a septa
anyway
yeah you'd look cool with a lion's claws, if you're down for all the monstery changes. weirdest part is the tongue.
nice pic. is that an actual lion. that looks really big for a kitten.
do you just have a lion cub? that's some supervillain shit. makes sense w/ the whole queen thing tho
[ in tara's limited experience with monarchs, anyway. ]
sounds like a good message to send.
"we're a bear people that can't even fuck" isn't. is the functioning of that dude's dick common knowledge? horrible
we should gossip like that here
come on give me some more medieval burns
<QueenRegnant>
what happened to your tongue? has it gone rough like a cat's?
he is a lion cub! i named him tybolt, and there is nothing villainous to him, or to the keeping of lions. my grandfather had his own, my brother and i used to dare one another near them. how could so sweet a creature be anything but simply the best gift for christ-mass? ⟪ what follows are no less than two-dozen images of tybolt the cub: tybolt on her bed, his spotted legs stretched out, tybolt sucking on a bottle of what must be milk (thank you, area pet shop), tybolt in her arms, licking his own paws, sleeping, at play, in the snow, being fed a treat of meat –– it simply does not end. ⟫
it is one theory. of course, his wife could be barren, and they are northerners. maybe he simply froze his little mast off a long time ago.
what do you gossip about? there must be something. trade me.
most of it is a matter of who lies with whom. the honourable eddard stark is said to have deflowered the lady ashara dayne at the tourney in harrenhal, but i have never met a more sullen man in all my life, surely the mere thought of pleasure sought outside of wedlock would have turned him limp with shame.
<terra>
[ wait is that weird to bring up? tara thinks that might be weird. ]
yeah its all rough like a cat's now. weird.
yeah, okay, he's pretty cute. i'm not really a cat person, believe it or not. i always wanted a dog when i was a kid. but yeah, he's cute. why the name tybolt. i'm guessing you're not a shakespeare fan because you probably dont have shakespeare
as for gossip - idk. most of the gossip i know is about other capes back home. people you don't know obviously. but it's pretty much the same. who's fucking who, who's gay. who switched sides. who's died. whos maybe not dead after all. pretty routine stuff
as for people here i'll have to find more gossip for you
anyway yeah he sounds like a shitty lay but i wouldn't be surprised. men are the worst. especially powerful men. they aren't "honorable" ever
<QueenRegnant>
<terra> | cw: mild internalized biphobia
<QueenRegnant> | tw: mild medieval-ish homophobia, vague mentions of sexual assault, also incest
<terra>
<QueenRegnant> | cw: mild homophobia BUT LOUDER, internalised bi-phobia, low key misogyny
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