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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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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. ]