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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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[He'd never heard that. If not for the fact he'd brought a quarter of his wealth with him, he'd be worried she'd just steal it all. But this, perhaps, is better. He's been wondering about her a lot. Any penniless queen who would return a fortune to a wayward knight would be quite the person.]

Then you'll find it in the forge. There's a barrel towards the back exit, with a saddle on top of it. Take off the saddle and inside the barrel is spare horse shoes. You'll have to go through a number of them before you find the sack at the bottom.

[He realizes that's quite a bit of work to collect them, but he'd had little cause to go after them until now.]

[ Dany does not think much of this. Even in Qarth, she never considered stealing what they would not give. She takes what is hers or what (she thinks) others have no right to keep. ]

I shall write you when I've found them. [ text. she means text. ]

Don't. That is, I can't read. So it wouldn't do no good if you did.

[He feels no real shame admitting that. He's made no secret of what he is, after all. A lowborn bastard smith, why should he need to be able to read? Certainly in a land like this, he assumed he was not alone in this deficiency.]

[ Oh, that's surprising. She had thought all knights were learned, even baseborn ones like Gendry. Still, it does not bother her.

Drogo couldn't read, after all. ]

Then I will [ what's the word? ] call.

Aye, thank you. If you like, you can pick one out for yourself to keep. I've plenty yet. Think of it as like payment.

[And he reckoned it a nice thing if he could be carelessly generous like that. He'd never been able to do so before.]

A knight paying a queen? [ she hums thoughtfully, amused, and in that moment, she is a girl again. a jewel is not much, but she likes the thought of it. ]

If there is a red or black one, I'll take it for my house. [ and save it for a crown or the like, perhaps. something symbolic. ] Thank you, Ser Gendry.

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[He thought of the ruby he had with him and thought that he was certain there was one or two more in his collection. He was certain she'd find one. He grinned.]

Call it paying tribute, if you like. Knights get to do that, I expect.

Only to those they serve, but then — you are no ordinary knight.

[ so she'll graciously accept it.]

I suppose I ain't. [Though, he reckons, it's no high compliment to have that said. Nor did he expect she'd have high praise for him if she knew who he was.] Stay safe, m'lady. In case of another attack.

And you on your journey.

[ She nods, and that's the end of that for now. Godspeed, Gendry. ]

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