On the mun trying to gather enough canon on her to app her to scorched

[motherbaratheon]

Lady Mundane:
I really do appreciate your efforts to bring me to that place called Anatole, as almost all my family is there. But if the application is denied, do not fret, it won't change my good opinion on you, because you did the best you could, since that scribe apparently doesn't tell much in his writings about my dear Steffon and me. And besides, this place is a good place where to be, too.
Yours sincerely
Lady Cassana Estermont

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[burnsobright]

Anatole.

There are worse places to be sent, although I am sure there are better ones too.

[motherbaratheon]

Are you there too, milady?
[There's something familiar in you, though she cannot exactly place it.]

[burnsobright]

Yes. My mundane did deem it fit to place me there.

[motherbaratheon]

My mundane seems to think the same for me.
Forgive me bluntness, milady, but are you a Lannister?

[burnsobright]

I am.

Cersei Lannister.

[motherbaratheon]

Lord Tywin's daughter. [She nods] And my daughter-in-law too.

It's a pleasure, Cersei. I'm Cassana Estermont.

[burnsobright]

[A slight stiffening in her posture? Quite possibly. But a genial nod given in return.]

Robert's mother.

[motherbaratheon]

Indeed.
And I guess that from what some have told me, I have to apologize for my son's behavior in some aspects.. It's been not as good as I would have hoped for him...
[She will not mention other things you've heard]

[burnsobright]

[On that wedding day... How she'd looked at him, looked to the bright future they would have. And how he shattered it that very night, and a million times after.] He's a man grown. You need not apologize for his actions.

[motherbaratheon]

Man grown or not, I know my son. And if someone doesn't apologize for him, the other will never get an apology.

[burnsobright]

I've no need for one after all these years.

[motherbaratheon]

[slight nod in aknowledgment]
Very well, then.
(ooc: Finally, and sadly, she won't go to scorched because she is not appable there.)

[edric]

Your lady mundane should not fret, grandmother. Everything will be alright.

[motherbaratheon]

So have I told her, my dear. But it seems that her natural state of being lately is fretting for and over everything. I only hope that the day will arrive when she finally realises that she should calm down because it's no good to her.

Anyhow, how are you, Edric?