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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!)

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I don't need no reward for doing it. [He laughs, hollowly and somewhat mockingly.] Besides, it's likely I have more wealth in my bag of jewels than you do anywhere in the palace. So there's not like to be anything I could be rewarded with, is there?

[And he had those jewels with him. Some, but not all. Enough he hopes to see them safely back, though he was bitter that such hard earned jewels should be wasted on this journey.]

Perhaps not, but we are gifted with boons for helping our new monarchy, aren't we? I thought perhaps to offer you mine, for thanks for your care, the next time I am given one.

[ Gendry is far too much like Stannis for his own good, Renly thinks. Still, he waves a hand, almost dismissing it. ]

But, another time. Are you well? Capable of finding food and shelter?

I've been on the road before. I know what needs done to stay dry and keep our bellies full. [Most he learned from Arya, though he won't confess that. More he learned from the Brotherhood as means for survival.] But you can keep your boon. I'll earn another once I've returned.

Then I will put my trust in you. [ He doesn't want to ask how Gendry knows so much about caring for himself; they are family and Gendry had been rather neglected thanks to his father. He is a Knight, now, so it is not as though he has not made a home nor a name for himself. ] As you wish. Will you dine with us, at least?

[Feasts. Trapped in the wilderness and it's feasts that Renly speaks of. He frowns.]

I'll dine with you. Likely we'll be wanting a good meal when we return.

Aye, and a good meal you shall have. I will make certain of it.

[There's a long pause now, almost like Gendry will say nothing. He's thinking of what Thanduil said about Renly.]

How is your sword arm, uncle?

[ He pauses, thinking, before he nods his head once. ]

It is suitable, if needs be. I am no soldier but I am a tourney champion.

I've been improving my sword, m'lord. Mayhaps you might think to do the same. There's no tourneys to win, but there's plenty of battles to be had.

A good idea. [ He smiles, almost jovial. ] I shall as Ser Loras to aid me, I think.

He was sparring with me, before I was called away. Whoever trained him, they knew their business well.

He was squired at Storm's End. It was how he and I met.

[Interesting, but there's no time to swell on that. After some silence, he speaks up again.]

I faced the Kingslayer.

Did you, now? [ He looks rather amused. ] And how did that fare for you?

I'm talking, aren't I? But so is he. So not as well as I'd like.

You wish him dead?

He and his kind scoured the Riverlands. And it was his sort that send the Goldcloaks to kill me. Of course I want him dead. Him and every other last Lannister.

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You are not alone in that, I think. [ He looks up with with a little frown. ] I am not sure if death will last here, however.

Why wouldn't it? People die all the time where we're from.

I died and, yet, here I stand. [ Do you get the point, nephew!! ]

You don't remember dying, though. So you ain't dead yet. Least, that's the way I figure it. Arya's smaller than when I last saw her and you ain't got the scars from dying, do you?

Perhaps they were purposeful in that, bringing me from before my death. [ He pauses, thoughtful. ] Be careful with him.

I don't mean to try and fight him again. [But if he's in pursuit... Gendry grimaces.]

It would do you good to give it some time. Tell me - does he have both his hands?

Aye. He does. Though I'd heard differently. [Gendry wishes Jaime had one hand. He might stand a chance, were that the case.]

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