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eachdraidh2014-05-20 11:17 pm
steeledskin) wrote in eachdraidh2014-05-20 11:17 pm
(second lemon cake) video ✧ locked to seelie
Dear fellows and members of the Seelie court -- [ the voice which addresses the locket is composed and clear and perfectly conscientious. but the girl whose image accompanies the voice looks a little less than all those things. her dark-dyed hair is fastened in an uncommonly simple braid...and if one looks very closely, she can be seen to have a haggard look about her. she's somewhere outside and all her caution is bent at hiding a panic she doesn't want to share with strangers. nor with those few genuinely waiting on her return. ]
I don't want to alarm any of you. Indeed, I speak to the very opposite of that effect. It's -- [ her gaze flickers 'off-screen' for a moment ] -- it's Alayne Stone. Those of you who are acquaintances [ not friends ] ought to know that I've found myself...left behind. I'm sorry. It should not have happened. But I suspect I won't make Caer Glaem again for some time. [ the fault of the matter is a little trickier than that, but she knows better than to play with implications. so after a steadying breath, she presses onwards. ] Or we won’t -- because I'm not alone. [ i have nymeria, she thinks but doesn’t dare to say. just like how sansa wants to speak directly to those who know her for who she really is -- but instead: ] I have a knight with me.
Don't I, Ser Gendry? [ and she twists her locket, letting it capture the surly blacksmith who stands a few paces away from her with an irritated expression. his armour is dented and blooded and the man sags with an obvious exhaustion. ser gendry is a man who looks and feels beaten, but it does not stop him from standing tall. he is a talisman of sorts: a warning, to any sansa fears might prey upon what would otherwise be a journey fraught with vulnerability. ser gendry is here; she is protected, albeit not happily so. he at last looks towards her and her locket and grumbles an unhappy agreement to her statement, which is accompanied by a nod. ]
A lady needn’t despair when she’s so well accompanied. Instead, my thoughts are with the returned; I pray the High Queen’s desired prize was taken without steep costs or losses. [ following this, there is no formal farewell. no official sign-off. her attention lingers, perhaps waiting for one or two responses in particular. ]
( ooc; sansa and gendry are now officially stranded and making their long way back to caer glaem -- and it’ll take them at least two months, though they’ll be reachable by locket at their respective ic inboxes. but for now, responses to this post will receive replies from one or the other or both!)
I don't want to alarm any of you. Indeed, I speak to the very opposite of that effect. It's -- [ her gaze flickers 'off-screen' for a moment ] -- it's Alayne Stone. Those of you who are acquaintances [ not friends ] ought to know that I've found myself...left behind. I'm sorry. It should not have happened. But I suspect I won't make Caer Glaem again for some time. [ the fault of the matter is a little trickier than that, but she knows better than to play with implications. so after a steadying breath, she presses onwards. ] Or we won’t -- because I'm not alone. [ i have nymeria, she thinks but doesn’t dare to say. just like how sansa wants to speak directly to those who know her for who she really is -- but instead: ] I have a knight with me.
Don't I, Ser Gendry? [ and she twists her locket, letting it capture the surly blacksmith who stands a few paces away from her with an irritated expression. his armour is dented and blooded and the man sags with an obvious exhaustion. ser gendry is a man who looks and feels beaten, but it does not stop him from standing tall. he is a talisman of sorts: a warning, to any sansa fears might prey upon what would otherwise be a journey fraught with vulnerability. ser gendry is here; she is protected, albeit not happily so. he at last looks towards her and her locket and grumbles an unhappy agreement to her statement, which is accompanied by a nod. ]
A lady needn’t despair when she’s so well accompanied. Instead, my thoughts are with the returned; I pray the High Queen’s desired prize was taken without steep costs or losses. [ following this, there is no formal farewell. no official sign-off. her attention lingers, perhaps waiting for one or two responses in particular. ]
( ooc; sansa and gendry are now officially stranded and making their long way back to caer glaem -- and it’ll take them at least two months, though they’ll be reachable by locket at their respective ic inboxes. but for now, responses to this post will receive replies from one or the other or both!)
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You're certain only Seelie folk can hear that, right?
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I was taught how. I know it. I swear I do. [ she sits on the mossy ground -- trying to look at least a little less out of place, despite how clearly uncomfortable she is. ]
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[locked to sansa & gendry]
What do all you stranded kids think this is, a rock concert at 2AM?]Get yourselves on a southward path to the Station, that is the closest neutral ground you will find.
[ With his son also lost (wounded, abused and tortured) in Dorchadas, Thranduil responds via a voice-call, too busy dressing in his Elven armour from home and riding attire to bother with scrying. ]
It is also where Legolas is heading.
[ Which implies, well. ]
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[ she repeats it; it is not a question. and she takes a heartbeat or three to look around her at guess at which direction might be south. gods, but she wishes she'd had the map with her. since when does sansa stark ever need to carry a map! ]
You son -- Prince Legolas, did he remain behind as well? I pray he's safe. [ alayne might say these words and only barely mean them; sansa says them and invests feeling into every syllable. ]
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[He knows the elf king. He thinks he's decent, as kings go. Which for Gendry, calling any monarch 'decent' is high praise for how much he dislikes them in general. He was content to let Sansa talk to the elf king, but the name niggled at his curiosity. His question was curt and lacking any due courtesies, even though he now knew Thanduil to be so highly born.]
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but really. shit, man. mako doesn't say anything at first, though he looks as worn as gendry does, dusted in a fair coating of soot. that's partially from the mess they found at the castle upon their return, and partially from the spirits blessed disaster that there was down collecting the dara. YOU KIDS...
but! it's important to have a plan. and he is concernicus about alayne, for completely legitimate cop reasons. ]
I hear the Station's sort of a neutral zone and, judging by the map, it looks like it's closer to Unseelie turf than Seelie. You heading there first?
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He's doing his best to not scowl when he answers.]
We might. The elf king says we ought to. But it'll mean circling Loch Noa.
[Which was perhaps just as well. He did not know what crossings they would find along the river, so it might well be an impassable obstacle for all he knew.]
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[ she wonders aloud -- with mako, now, because she's not sure such flights of thought are welcome with gendry alone. ] It seems difficult to believe, doesn't it?
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Tell me what I can do, and I will have it done immediately. [This goes to either of them, concern laced in each word.]
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You can keep an eye out on Arya. She went and found you like I asked, didn't she?
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[ Still, there is a curling worry and Renly's expression falters. ]
Take care of one another.
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And. Yes. Of course. I'll do what I can. He's your blood -- [ despite whatever else gendry might be. ] I'll support him howsoever I can.
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I'll return her ladyship. She'll come to no harm. [But ha! Who would trust a bastard to protect a lady? Certainly not Ned Stark. That damned northman didn't even trust Gendry with the name of his own father, much less the fate of his daughters. But he'd done good by Arya, hadn't he? Not that it mattered, because there was not a soul that believed he'd ever met her before. He doubted even Arya did. To hell with all these highborns. He would bring Sansa home safely, but not for her sake or for their sake. He would do it for his own sake. And then, when he had his chance, he would claim his boon and see how they acted then.]
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and yet -- ] I wonder if I might ask a favour of you. In my absence.
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You had three words to speak, did you not? To return to the castle?
[Perhaps he misunderstood the Queen's message.]
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[ when accosted so directly about what had happened, she veers almost self-destructively into blame. sansa is not one to make a righteous stand behind her decisions. she'd rather receive her slap on the wrist and be done with it. ]
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And, perhaps, there are those that would ride to you and lessen the dangers of the remainder of your journey. [ perhaps she would do so herself, though it is not quite an offer, on her part. ]
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Might be there is, m'lady. There's those that might meet us at Station. But the further we are from the Unseelie castle, the safer we'll be.
[And so he reckoned, no one would arrive fast enough to see them through the most dangerous leg of the journey.]
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[ no no no. she sounds too distraught. she needs must be better -- more solid. she cannot give her sister more cause to worry. ]
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Phone tag so you get prose.
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video; forward dated to after the new arrivals start to show up
And her knight, too. Ser Gendry is a stranger to Jon's eyes, and she offers him no family name, which is just as well because there's nothing to be done about it with both of them so far away. Jon has known bad men from good families, and good men from no families at all, not that it helps.
He is alone in a quiet place (the unnervingly lavish rooms they'd offered him) when he finally speaks her name and the knight's to reply. His words come halting and polite, though he spends them sparingly like each were a golden dragon. He wants to say, the gods were good and you're still alive, no one could tell me for sure. He wants to say, we're all that's left of our father, just you and Arya and I, and none of us Starks in name. He wants to say a thousand things, but all of them are too familiar or too terrible and she has always been the most distant of his siblings, so all that he manages without preamble is an awkward:]
How fare you both now?
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Who the hell are you supposed to be? [The locket angled up at his face, showing only the bottom half of his chin and cheeks, which were twisted into a scowl.]
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video, pretend it's not a million years late
Do you know where you are?
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[He spits the words unhappily because... well, Loras isn't as pretty as the likes of Margaery. Oops.]
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cause im bad at figuring out how to go whoops nevermind
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i keep forgetting about the name thing i am so sorry... well he's dumb anyway so it works
it's totally okay i like the drama.
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A THOUSAND YEARS LATE whoops
and the worry is really only made worse by the fact that there's really nothing he can do to help right now. not that he'd really volunteer nico as any sort of taxi service without his permission. but the point is rather moot anyway, since he still has absolutely no idea where any of his comrades are now that the sieges are over.]
Are you guys alright, though? [you can reassure and "not want to alarm" all you like, he'll be concerned regardless. he's irritating like that.]
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We're not hurt, no.
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i apologize in advance for this loser
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and then he panics. he fumbles, ridiculously so, to hurry and get the damned locket to just work the way he wants it so he can reach out to her. sansa had certainly grown on him, especially since she had helped him with figuring the locket out in the first place. she's a nice, pretty girl and they formed a tiny bond that day.
to hear that she's lost, out in the great outdoors that are caer glaem's forests, is alarming. so, of course, he addresses said alarming factor in the most gracious way possible:]
How the hell did you get left behind?
[because aggression is the greatest way to show concern. he reels himself in a bit, though.]
You alright?
[he's never seen the man that she motions to in his life, besides perhaps a familiar face at the banquet. maybe. really, he doesn't keep much track of people around here. he should start.]
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[ her pleasure mingles with surprise. ] I'd not thought -- I...it was my fault, I'm afraid. But I'm unhurt.
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