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( SEELIE ONLY )

I -- [ hmm. sansa presses her lips together and wonders (briefly) whether it is a foolish request in the face of war. and yet she pursues it for an honourable cause. she wishes to gather certain tales for certain purposes. ] I want to hear stories. Stories of grand adventures undertaken by brave Seelie heroes. I cannot be the only one who's struck by such curiousity. Please -- share what you've learned.

[ and for every legend well-told and well-lauded she will make a point to include it within a very...pointed celebration in treun. perhaps encouraging even the shardless to think upon the bright bold tales of the seelie court will further endear that court to their hearts. it's a little like letting the right song be played at the right moment, falling upon the right ears. she wants to inspire treun -- or else certain parts of it -- to think more kindly on caer glaem. and she needs fellow shardbearers to help her. ] Tell me of the Seelie court's fabled champions and its well-mourned martyrs. What have you heard recounted by the hearth-side? Whispered on the road? Stories even the natives have told for centuries, mayhaps.

( BOTH COURTS )

[ some hours later in the day an 'accidental' feed broadcasts. it consists of the locket falling open and catching sight of a pile of books. sounds of rustling. a cleared throat. and at long last a mild: ] Seven have mercy. What a troublesome thing you are and how -- [ sansa addresses the locket she had flipped open on purpose, pretending to be clumsy. this is a quiet way in which to invite conversation with those she might not otherwise feel brave enough to seek out -- unseelie friends, soon separated from her by a roiling oncoming war. ] -- How stupid of me.

[ a novice ruse! however, she has such an earnest and gentle face it might just be worth believing by most, if not by all. ]

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They really should have given us a way to communicate that can't open on accident.

[ Ariadne looks tired, but she offers Sansa a smile; she's certainly less tired than she has been, settling into her own role within the Drabwurld. ]

I cannot imagine there will ever be something both foolproof and immediate. The two seem to...contradict each other. [ ... ] Good day, Lady Ariadne.

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[ She laughs. ] That's certainly true.

Good day. Or as close to it as the day can be, with everything that's going on in this world.

I imagine it was inevitable.

[ the everything she refers to. ]

I imagine that's definitely what the bulk of the forces think, at least.

Perhaps not inevitable in some grand scheme of it all but -- since we all arrived here, I think, the rivers were already flowing in this direction. We all but changed it just a little.

No matter the friends we have on the other side, the native soldiers- likely don't. [ She nods. ]

It's... I'm not looking forward to what's coming.

Do you harbour love for your court, my lady?

[ she doesn't expect an honest answer. but she asks it anyway. ]

That's- certainly a complicated question.

[ Ariadne sighs. ]

I love the forest. I love many of the people -- but I love people from the other court as well. The queen has been kind, and their cause is... I think it's a good one. To prevent the end of all things? Why wouldn't I fight for that?

But I don't love war. I don't love the fact that I am supposed to be enemies with people I've never met because of fate or that many of them are willing to kill me because of the court that claimed me. I don't love that innocent people who were born in this land and have fewer options are trapped in between us.

Kind!

[ the indignation slips through her teeth. sansa sucks in her breath; she regrest her boldness almost immediately. she cannot consider morla kind. morla is (perhaps) the most fearful figure in these lands to her, now.

softer: ] I once thought this war was different from the one my kin left behind.

To me, at least. I'm sure your queen is kind to you, just as she wouldn't be to me.

[ She's just saying.

Still, Ariadne sighs. ]

We all thought we could stay out of it. We were all foolish.

[ sansa remains suspicious of her own monarchs -- deeply distrustful, though she speaks better of them aloud. plays the game, for what it's worth. but they have not offered her much in the way of support. and even now would see a healing city stripped of all it had left.

no. she had little love for kings or queens. love for none except one: the king in the north, to whose title she clings with solemn grief. ]

Begging your pardon, my lady -- [ soft. ] But I would not venture to say all of us thought so. Some are quite eager to make their names in these wars. [ a common affliction of men and heroes, she supposes. ]