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[wilee]

[ so if we're pretending there's a list that's called Things Malia Shouldn't Do, but She'll Definitely Do it Anyway, this would be on it. probably up there pretty high, top three. but that list doesn't exist, it's not real, and even if it was, she wouldn't pay any attention to it. so she's just leaving this out on the open locket network- ]

i don't care about the war.
i don't care about the courts.
my shard says i'm unseelie, but i didn't ask to be.
i won't fight someone just because somebody else tells me to.
the only thing i care about is keeping my friends safe, and keeping my home safe, and right now that's Cothromach.

why is that a bad thing now?

[ "now" because of how things are shifting, how the sides matter more than when she first got here, and when she first moved from caer scima, to the mountains. which no, she doesn't realize it's not the other shardbearers' faults ( not completely ), but it's noticeable in a way it wasn't before. she's mostly just curious what changed, and annoyed that her loyalties are being questioned over something she has/had no control over. so yeah! obviously confronting the lockets about it is the Best Idea Ever! malia tate, everybody. ]

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[steeledskin]

[ sansa turns. ]

Malia. [ a pause. ought she call her lady malia? she isn't certain, and so she frowns. ] Mayhaps you ought to meet with my brother. [ and to clarify, because goodness if she doesn't have a lot of them running around the place: ] Robb. He and you share a court. And my city's protection.

[wilee]

[ she almost does say "oh, yeah I hang out with Bran", but she continues and oh, phew, she's glad she didn't jump the gun there. especially because that- actually makes her feel a little better ]

That just proves it, doesn't? The courts are stupid. Why would they split up brothers and sisters? [ a beat ] I mean I know some siblings don't get along, but to try and put them on opposite sides of a war, that's stupid.

[ eventually she'll realize she can't just say stuff like that... but, not now ]

[steeledskin]

[ sansa wishes she could reach out and take one of malia's hands between her own. she wishes she could use that easy confidence shown by ladies like magaery tyrell. but she cannot. she finds herself feeling more and more like a statue every day. hard rock. or metal. ]

It certainly feels like some cruel punishment imagined by the monarchs. And yet -- [ she sighs. ] I fear for your safety should you speak such opinions too loudly and in the wrong company.

[wilee]

Yeah. I keep hearing that.

[ her nose scrunches up, like she doesn't get it, like the idea of keeping her mouth shut about something like this is lost on her. but fear for your safety sticks in her mind eventually, and her eyes widen ]

You can't get in trouble for stuff I say, can you?

[steeledskin]

[ the truth is harsh. sansa knows that -- ordinarily -- it is the sayer who gets the swing of the axe. she's witnessed it with her own eyes. but what happens to the administrator who fails to swing at all when someone starts to speak a little too loudly? having lived in too much careful silence, she's never before contemplated these questions.

she tries to gentle her response: ] It was always going to be a challenge: harbour Unseelie shardbearers in a city beholden to the Seelie court, no matter what claims of neutrality we could try to make.

[wilee]

So...

[ she's really taking time to think that over, she is. okay, it's really just a few seconds, but- ]

Is that a yes? I won't say anything about it anymore if that's a yes.

[steeledskin]

It is a qualified yes. Lady Malia, I -- [ sansa gathers her thoughts for a moment. ] I must make my obeisances to the Seelie court, no matter what Jon Snow says of our...neutrality. The situation is a delicate one. I apologise; I don't want any harm to come to you.

You can help me on that front. If you like.

[wilee]

[ her brow furrows, but it's only because she has NO idea what "obeisances" means. but maybe it'll make it look like she's deep in thought. who knows. ]

Yeah. I want everyone to be safe here, too. I'll do anything, whatever you need me to do.