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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 can think of no one else that deserves such a promise.

Tell me -- [ she changes the subject all at once. worried, really, that to continue on one tack might force her to reveal the depth of her fall. ] How fared you and the castle during the attack?

Better than most, I think. I am lucky I have such a talented young knight at my side to keep me safe.

Ser Loras. [ her face held the genuine affection of a young girl still helplessly infatuated. although she held no designs upon the knight's heart -- love, she thinks, is no longer in her stars -- she cannot hide her preference. ] Of course, he must have acquitted himself well once again. I expect no less.

[ Oh, Renly thinks, she is so pure, like fresh fallen snow. He knows the trials she has been through but the tender place she has in her heart for Loras is obvious. If only she knew. ]

Truly, he exceeded my expectations.

He is a good knight -- [ and she says it like it's a rarity. ] Lady Margaery is fortunate to have her brother so close by in the capital. Surely there hasn't been so decent a Kingsguard since Ser Barristan...took his leave.

[ an awkward pause. and yet sansa cannot help but wonder how differently things might have been had she possessed a brother at court. robb, resplendent in white wool. even jon, she thinks, would have been welcome. ]

No, I think not. [ He purses his lips. He knew what his future was and how he had wanted it entwined with Ser Barristan - sadly, the man had gone to Daenerys Targaryen instead. A shame. ] He is a good knight, honest and true. It is not common and was not so even before my brother took the throne.

[ He pauses, then offers a smile. ]

Perhaps they will both be a good influence upon the court.

Perhaps.

[ she wants to tell the truth: explain how the court is rotten to its gilded core and that she doubts kind souls are safe in its clutches. but she doesn't. she cannot find the words. ] If anyone can navigate the intricacies of King's Landing, I suspect it might very well be the Tyrells. My lord.

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