eachdraidh | CALLING A MEETING | LOCKED TO SEELIE

Lords, ladies, knights, and other honoured guests of the castle... I am Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, who joined your company as of the feast day which passed only days prior.

[ He looks a little haggard, dark circles grown under his clear eyes; but much improved from the worry-pinched figure who had spent much of the feast hunting for his family. ]

We have been brought from many disparate worlds for the purpose of this war, the War of the Shards; expected to cast our lots in the fighting at the behest of generous but poorly-evidenced monarchs. And the castle staff itself, while similarly generous and no doubt goodhearted, can offer us only so much information or direction. I have requisitioned the library and some of the attached study-rooms to hold a great conference of us, beginning at midday tomorrow. At this conference, I mean to make an accurate and detailed accounting of:

Our names, talents, and intentions regarding residence at the castle and regarding the war. It's my aim that all of this be made public knowledge, so that those of like mind can easier meet and plan with each other. Some of the study-rooms in the library will be marked for this purpose; for those wanting to remain in the castle but abstain in the war, those willing to make war all together, and also a room for those wanting to depart the castle.

[ He exhales a breath, frowning a little. ]

I've commissioned a clerk who I will be posted with at the door, who will record the information of those willing to give it as they enter. By no means is anyone obligated to breathe a word about themselves, or to attend. Those who desire a copy of the final manuscript may request one at their leisure.

For myself, I distrust this place and its people; what manner of monarchs call upon untested children, even girls, to battle in a war they have no stake in? Pulls them sleeping from their beds?

[ His jaw clenches, but he'll tamp back on the tirade in the interest of efficiency. ]

Having been brought to the castle in the manner as I have, am for a short while reliant upon its goodwill. Given our shared circumstance, I believe that there are none we can afford to trust as much as each other. So, if you're willing, I beg you attend, if only to add your name and intentions to the lists, that others who intend likewise may reach out to you-- and you to them. There are few men or beasts that live long or successfully relying only upon themselves.

Good day to you.

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I do not know a horse thief, Monsieur, who walks in such rags as these.

[Eponine plucks at her clothes with a laugh, showing off rotten and missing teeth. But at Eddard's offer, Eponine's expression grows darker, and mistrust is evident in her face.]

Why should you teach a woman such as me to ride? Men such as you don't bother with women like me, unless you're slipping me a Franc for an hour or chasing me from your doorway.

[ He rubbed at the side of his neck, mouth twisting. ]

We could say 'women such as you' or 'men such as you' or 'places like this' or 'times like these' until we're blue in the face and hoarse with it. Whatever sort've lass you were, from whatever place, or time, you're here now. Torn away from aught familiar, like unto me. I thought at first that I'd come to the land beyond death.

I don't trust the monarchs here, or their folk, or their words; and I certainly don't trust their war. I'd sooner trust a thief who'll tell me she's a thief and be done with it. I offer to teach you because you've forthrightness and good sense, and I'd like to take better stock of you than through this picture-glass. Come or don't come; your time's your own.

((Ooc: actually, I like a lot of the main characters. Even Sansa. I like Dany's dragon wggs - I'm itching for them to turn into dragons for real . I find it a bit hard going though. It doesn't command my attention.))

[Oh. Eponine fidgets. His words are wise, of course. But she is one for clinging to the past - for without it, who is she? It worries her, the wide world. It 's why she stayed with her dad, despite everything. But she nods, still uncertain.]

I will be there, Sir. But if it's a joke... Well, perhaps your pockets will be the lighter for it.

< small>[ She's not joking.]

CALLING A MEETING | LOCKED TO SEELIE | FORWARD TO 6/02

Awwww I just finished his narrative bit :(

:) How do you like it, so far!?

Complicated at first. Still getting characters mixed up. I like Arya and Bran