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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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[ sansa knows what she'll be doing. she will be back in her keep and sinking down into the responsibilities she'd fobbed off so temporarily upon lady meera and jon. lush meals will once again be held in the keep's hall. and he... ]

No matter. Of course. You're quite busy. [ she answers like one spurned. ]

[Gendry is left to be baffled and uncomprehending. What happened? All he had said was that he never planned past tomorrow. It left his future very flexible.]

Aye. At times. What do you mean to do in seven days?

Why -- come home, of course.

[ sansa (speaking never to the subject but always to the periphery) had mistaken it for an obvious fact. ]

Oh. [That added up a bit more neatly though. Not that he understood why she had sounded so slighted before.] Might be I ought to return then as well. I'll have done enough to please the king and queen by then.

And yet they always want more--

[ a complaint she ought not to make over the lockets. but...he isn't here to pull aside and talk to in measured tones. ]

They do. But they'll have all I mean to give them for now.

[Likewise perhaps more than he ought to say. But he doesn't mean to fight. In his mind, this should be enough to make up the difference for his absence on the battlefield.]

So. In seven days--?

[ he will be in the cothromach. when she returns. and not upon the field -- where the brave and the foolish go to die. ]

Seven, aye. I'll be ready for a lesson, if you are.

[This is what he assumes she's hinting at.]

A -- a lesson. Yes. [ of course. ] I will rest after my long and difficult journey and you might read me my favourite stories.

[ the playful lines covers her disappointment. a lesson, she realized, hadn't been what she was after. ]

[Oh. He has to do the reading...]

As you like it. You can choose whatever pleases you.

[ he is the one doing the learning. hence he will be the one doing the reading. ]

Mayhaps the one about the mermaid. Again.

[ it had been so enchanting the first time. ]

... ah, that one then. [He thought it was nice enough too. Two lovers from different lands. But the words had been troublesome.] I'll read it.

You will. And you will read it well -- better than before, I would imagine.

[ her voice had turned brisk. it held that note it always held when she was about to bring things to a certain close. ] Until then, I pray you keep safe. Do not work yourself too hard, Gendry.

You as well. Be careful, Sansa.

[M'lady. She might have her brother with her, but he worries about her being so far from where he can do her any good.]

[ i know no other way. she hesitates on the very edge of saying so -- smiling and laughing and promising him that she will tell him all about it upon her return. but after a long half-month of spending her days with proper ladies and decent lords she is reminded of how genuinely...awkward it is to be dear friends with some common lad. the act is simple when they are together.

challenging, she finds, when they are apart. when she cannot puff up her chest and tell others of her dear friend.

so sansa says nothing. she lets it stand as a goodbye. and she shuts the locket with a gentle snap. ]

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