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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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As someone who has done less that reputable things, in the name of love, and self preservation, I think they would not feel otherwise.

I would not think different of you, my lady.

You are so kind, Ser Loras.

[ and so much kinder than the knights she'd grown accustomed to. ] I wish it weren't -- I don't want to have to grieve for another good knight. Again I am reminded we are all better off if we remain here.

I am not as kind as some might believe.

But I am glad you think me as such.

[Because he wants to be kind to her.]

I agree with you. Even with the struggles here, we have each other.

[And they have honesty. Something they usually don't have.]

Perhaps not as kind as others believe but -- ser -- [ she doesn't know how to remind him that she has met with such cruelty from other knights. so she bites her tongue instead. ]

I am pleased to know you. Here.

[ it's about as close as she can get to saying something truly sentimental. ]

I am pleased to know you, as well.

[He smiles, softly.]

And you should find me, soon. I have a gift for you.

A gift!

[ ah. see. this truly does knock her off balance: surprises her. ] Ser Loras, I feel I hardly deserve--

[ she stops. waits. listens. ]

You very much deserve it.

But it's a surprise. You have to see me, to get it.

Ah. I would say you go from kind to cruel in mere breaths, but I cannot ever think it cruel to be summoned into your company. Whatever the reason.

[ now and then she flatters as well as the rest of them. it is easier to do with ser loras, who is an ally of sorts. ]