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(seventh lemon cake) video ✧ (sorta) open to both courts

( 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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Dear lady. My city is built into the Spinebacks -- most of it exists beneath the mountains. [ there is a soft and flattered tone to her voice, though she doesn't meet the compliment head-on. ]

[ Kelsi groans and leans back in her seat, sinking slowly. ]

One day I'm going to not say anything really embarrassing around you. I need to look at a map more often... [ She pretty much never leaves the Seelie castle. ] whoops?

[ But, she claps her hands and clears her throat. ] This means I should definitely just come visit you then, right?

Nothing you've said is an embarrassment to you. Or to anyone. Before I first came to visit it, I certainly never thought I'd ever see an underground city. It's a marvel to see. More marvellous still to imagine.

[ ... ] And yet you should certainly visit. I would like it.

Cool! I know you're busy, but you could still show me around, and we'll have tea like I said--and I could play piano for you, or your guests, maybe even when they're eating or something to sort of give back, since it wouldn't be fair. [ She's sort of acting like this is a sleep-over, despite just a visit in the future at some point. ]

Maybe we could tell each other about our worlds? Well, I mean mine's really boring, but yours is really cool, I think.

Parts of it are cool. [ oh kelsi hun this is gonna be one of those moments. ] The North is cooler than most -- downright frigid once winter comes.

Um, what?

Y-you said Westeros sounded cool. [ she hesitates; uncertain. ] In truth, it's not more or less cold than here. Excepting, as I said, the North -- is something unclear, Lady Kelsi?

Oh. Oh! I get it, I get it. Gosh, it's just--cool also means something else where I'm from. Like... 'neat.'

As in...tidy?

[ probably not. but she's trying. ]

[ She can't help but laugh. It's a genuine laugh, and it's not at all meant for Sansa. It's at herself. ]

Oh my gosh, I didn't realize how stupid that phrase was until you just pointed it out. Sometimes I wonder what the heck my world was thinking--cool and neat mean the same thing but not the thing it means?

[ astonishingly, sansa manages not to feel slighted by all the laughter and confusion. perhaps she's growing -- just a little. ]

A-and what, precisely, is the same thing that they both mean?

Like--umm...

Awesome? Like, just something that makes you happy, or you think is good or interesting. Like, for me, music is cool. Tea is cool, even if I don't like iced tea as much as warm. For you, cool is...?

-- Decent.

[ and suddenly sansa is laughing, though the joke isn't quite apparent. it's not a word she's personally fond of -- decent -- but she knows a young man who over-uses it to mean anything from passable to delightful. it seems to possess the same slangish power as words like cool and neat. ]

[ Kelsi laughs, too, though a little lighter and for a different reason. She has no idea what's going on in Sansa's mind, of course, but laughter is contagious. ]

Decent. Yeah, decent works, but it kind of sounds like you're not excited for it. Get excited!

Lovely, then. [ her smile is thin-lipped. bare. ] Amazing. Wondrous.

[ Kelsi's grinning. ] The words are right, but c'mon! Think about what makes you really excited, like--ummm--like watching a sports tournament, or something! And then say it. [ She's not smiling enough. Kelsi's going to get her to smile if it's the last thing on earth. ]

Like--oh my gosh, that's so cool!

-- A tourney?

[ she sounds more like she's guessing than claiming. tourneys were once a grand distraction, but she couldn't quite drum up the same old excitement for them now. ]

Yeah! One side against the other, everyone gathers around to watch. It was huge in East High--I mean, there are professional ones, too, but since we were only teenagers we had our own for our school. I mean--uh. Court.

East High. [ she repeats; commits to memory. ] This is your kingdom?

Yeah! Or, was. My friend and I left for a bigger one to study. [ She's praying she got this analogy correct. ] Where is yours? I mean--your old one.

Westeros. [ she finds being vague about these things is better with people who are still strangers to her lands. but she does add a gentle: ] My family holds the North. Held.

Held the North.

[ sigh. ]

When Ryan and I moved, it was to the North, too. I'm not looking forward to winter. [ It's a light-hearted joke, at least in her mind. ]

Westeros, though--oh! You know Renly, then, right?

Lord Renly and I are acquainted. Yes.

[ a soft and lilting curiousity touches her voice. ]

Oh, cool! [ There's that word again. ] He told me all about his place in the Stormlands, and his wife and her brother. Did you know each other, before all of this?

Yes. [ it pains her (at times) to speak of this younger girl. the one she used to be: ] I can remember so perfectly the day I first met Lord Renly.

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