video; unseelie.

[survivra]

Well, now that that silver nonsense seems to be sorted out, I think we need to start talking about things we can actually fight back when they attack us.

[ About as direct a greeting into the topic of this message as you can get. Katsa sits somewhere outdoors, cross-legged in the grass with her locket angled to show the sky clear behind her: fitting for the mismatched colors of her eyes, unusually bright green and blue. ]

I know our High Majestic King and Queen [ the titles spoken with a hint of irony ] don't seem to care always how old someone is or how much experience you've with weapons or fighting when they decide to claim you. Whatever you think of this war, whether you'd rather run right into the Void right now or wait for it to come to you, everyone here should have the skills to unlock their own strength. It's better that you've the ability to jam a knife into a man's eyeball and never have to do it than find yourself at the end of an attacker's blade with no way to get out of it. You shouldn't have to rely on anyone else.

So I'll teach you if you've no experience of your own. I usually teach young girls—children—but I'll not turn my back if you need it. That includes how to use your shard—the thing that Seelie will try to take right out of your chest.

[ She moves to close the locket—then halts, fumbles, and picks something off the ground to hold flat in her palm to show anyone watching. ]

And what in the name of the Middluns am I supposed to do with this?

[ WHO HAS TURTLE CARE TIPS???? ]


( dated after boon delivery on the 25th! )

Comments

[digophelia]

Those sort of circumstances to pick up a weapon so young are never "good".

[ She hopes that explains her reluctance to let the children learn to fight with blades. ]

[survivra]

No. You're right. I didn't call the circumstances good.

[ katsa's not good at reading people and not good at expressing herself they're probably always going to be missing ]

[digophelia]

[ It's alright, she forgives her. ]

And where will this be?

[survivra]

Car Scima, mostly, at least for now. Though there’s no limit to how long I’ll be offering, and I won’t stay there overly long. Do you wish to join?

[digophelia]

Goodness. Caer Scima?

[ She's a little reluctant to go down to Caer Scima, she's waiting for the day the monarchs demand her head. ]

I would like to, but Caer Scima is, admittedly quite the distance. Mind you, Miss Katsa, would not ask you to make arrangements for me, either.

[survivra]

If it's too far for you, I wouldn't mind. As I said, I don't plan on staying long. I spend plenty of time in other places.

[digophelia]

I'm rather reluctant to leave too long from the children. There's been a few problems that have been keeping me here.

[ Like Hyde threatening her and the children. ]

[survivra]

Well. There always are.

[ It's obvious Katsa wants to say more, but she's forcing herself not to. ]

I'll be traveling south again after I leave Caer Scima, but I'll be on horseback rather than using any magic. Can you wait a few weeks?

[digophelia]

There is, but more so than usual.

[ She feels the need to emphasize why she doesn't want to leave. She also feels the need she wants to protect Katsa, too. Alice is torn about this. She hesitates.

Realizing she's too concerned to ask for input or divulge into details, Alice nods. ]

That is perfectly fine; I am limiting who comes and goes here. You should be fine.

[survivra]

That's not surprising, with the situation of the Void as it is, and your location. Unless you mean something else? But I'll let you know when I'm about to come.

[digophelia]

Please do inform me when you do arrive, yes. The Void is slow, it is an impending threat, not like men.

[ Coolly, Alice tosses her hair back. ]

But that's fine, it's not the first time I've dealt with this sort of incident.

[survivra]

Of course, but it makes men more desperate and dangerous.

[ She might even include herself in that. ]

Well, if you can handle whatever it is, then I trust you to know your strengths. Be careful, Alice.

[digophelia]

Usually.

[ This isn't making her more psychotic than usual, no, not at all. ]

For once, I can say I trust my own strength. [ Sort of. ]