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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[ A very few thin, hot tears sluice over the grief-stricken runnels of his hard-carven face; but not unlike Arya he pays them no heed, but to dash at them with the knuckles of his worn hands. ]

It was my hope, too, Jon. And is still, even knowing...

If we can all be brought as we have been- plucked from strange times, even past death- then there is hope for that.

[ Uncertain to say if he's trying to convince himself or his children; but with them here, together, the dread inspired by that knowledge is heavier in him than even the grief. ]

It was treachery, that brought us so low. Treachery of the sort I mean to guard us from, henceforth. I... was a fool. A blind fool, and it is on me that responsibility for these many failures rests.

[ Arya doesn't pull back from her father's embrace, for once she lets the two men speak over her head, listening but unable to voice her words. She feels the heat of anger rise up inside of her, like bile, hatred and a need for revenge. And yet there is comfort in her father's words. She is almost too tired to keep fighting at the moment as she thinks of her brother and mother.]

No, it was them, [ Arya said bitterly.] The Lannisters--[ she spit the name, pulling back.] They did this. I saw them do it.

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

sorry this was so long in coming, team! I had a super-busy... month.

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