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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Good. Then you shall be young and full of vigor for time to come. [Which just means she will get to oogle him.]

Aye. Suppose I will, won't I? [Not that he truly believes that. Old age was not a common cause of death in Westeros and especially not for the poor. For people of his breed, he might as well be middle aged already.] As will you.

[His words have her smile again.]

I would rather you remember me as I am now in this moment.

I think, m'lady, I'll remember you in your white dress with those pearls, that first day we met. Better that than a picture and a voice in a locket.

[This strange magic, though far beyond anything they could expect at home, was a shallow imitation of being there in person.]

Please do. [Because she can already feel that girl being consumed. By this place, by her own fear, by the name Sforza. She would hate for him to dislike her for that, for a marriage she is forced into. But still she cannot tell him. Not here, not over this.]

I would wish to always be remembered by that night.

Then you will. I have your gift with me still. When I return, I've a mind to ask your for a second, if you would spare it.

I would have to think on something special enough.

No no, it need not be nothing new. I've a mind to put the pearl to use, but I'll need two.

Then if that's all you wish, I shall give you another. You would have more of a use than I.

Aye. Thank you, m'lady. Once I've made my return back, you'll be the first to see what I do with them.

I await you everyday then.

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