eachdraidh | (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!)

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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.]

As had I. I had thought he had lost one, or so I was told... He must be from a time similar to my own.

So it's true, then. Who told you?

[In the Brotherhood, they manage to collect news as well, but nothing can ever be confirmed. He'd also heard that Stannis was a cuckold and his daughter was the baseborn daughter of a fool, as well as that Stannis had taken to lying with a red priestess. What was true? What wasn't? Naively, Gendry ended up believing most of it.]

Loras. He has been keeping me informed of the things that have changed since my demise.

Then he must have seen him without his hand. Gods, but I wish he'd still been missing it. I might have had a chance.

We all might have had one, I think. It would be far more interesting for us all if the Kingslayer was without his slaying hand.

Aye. Makes me think, though. If he's there, I wonder how many others are there as well. You reckon there's lots of Westerosi there?

I am unsure. Perhaps there is a means of finding out?

I figure you could ask on the lockets. But I ain't much interested in doing that, when I ain't yet so far away from them.

It does seem like a terrible waste of time, doesn't it? I will keep a watchful eye, see if, perhaps, we can discuss the matter with the fae.

Aye. As you say, m'lord. For now, it's best I turn my attentions to the road ahead.

And your new lady. [ He nods. ] If you need anything do not hesitate to contact me and I will do what I can. Be safe.

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