third frog ➹ ( voice )

[greywater]

It's a shame what happened at Maupertius, and I am still unsure how to move ahead from it. But for those who wondered, I am both safe and have left the area.

[To which she pauses, an air of something grave in her tone.] I've been asked to sit in place for my liege lord. The idea isn't foreign to me, my own father is a lord back home. [The Neck isn't taken that seriously by anyone outside of it though.]

I seek information for any that have acquired land here. I understand the war, perhaps more now that I have seen what it can do up close, but I ask to know more of what is happening for the people here. I'd wish to do well by them. [In Westeros her people seem to be the more 'out there' type, however they also have more answers to what is going on. Here though, Meera struggles constantly with what to do.]

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[arms]

[ Minho has been spending most of his time in the Drabwurld just sort of... observing and exploring. Because he's been working to make a better map for the arrivals to use, and has been trying to figure out what would be the best way to go about sharing it. Would something over this weird network work? Who knows.

But he's gotten a little distracted by the whole feathers thing, and has been having a time of figuring them out. He appears on the feed for both courts with one of the little feathers pinched between thumb and forefinger, turning it back and forth. ]

So, before I came here, there wasn't any such thing as magic. It was all science, no... powers, or whatever. [ Thomas and Teresa's telepathy aside, considering that was science, too. ] Gotta say, this's pretty interesting.

[ Except then there's a distressed bleating - behhh! - and Minho snorts abruptly, sticking the feather behind his ear and reaching down out of the amulet's view to pick up... well, what looks like a small deer. ] Except for the part where a certain someone hasn't figured out how to turn back into a person, but y'know. Jeez, greenie...

[ But he turns his attention back to the world at large, nestling the fawn in his muscled arms. ] Anyways. The feathers are literally, like, everywhere. But has anyone figured out what all they do, or found anything else while picking 'em up? Like new places or some klunk.

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[boutant]

[ Caer Scima had not been a place Ariadne had wanted to return to after the previous month. But when searching for the feathers and feather thief pointed the trail in that direction, Ariadne had returned both her mare and her bandersnatch to her manor. Bentley the imp would look after them, and with the offerings (offerings, of all things) being left at the gate, she doubted finding others to employ would be as difficult as she'd feared. She uses her ability to move through shadows again for the first time, and combined with the fairy ring, she is soon back at Caer Scima.

For the best, she supposes; she has to pick up Ser Pounce-a-lot anyway.

As she opens the locket, Ariadne twirls a blue feather in her fingers; another one she'll have to give back to the imps, though she wonders if perhaps she ought to see if she can turn into something decent at tracking. Catching thieves is hardly her strong suit. ]

I have a confession to make, [ she starts, forcing herself to look at the locket. The twirling of the feather is a nervous gesture. ] Last month, some of you encountered a large shadow creature -- horned, with giant claws. Some of you were injured by it.

[ Some saw others killed by it. ]

The creature attacked the Station, Caer Scima, and Caer Glaem. It was at Caer Glaem that it was brought down and returned to its true state.

[ She takes a breath. ]

Me. And I'd like to apologize for what I did as the creature; I didn't have any control over it, any conscious thought at all.

[ She would not, at least, have attacked the Station or Caer Scima or her friends. Caer Glaem... well, she had been there before because she had been ordered to. ]

I have already been punished for it; I was in the dungeons of Caer Glaem, and I'm sure I'd still be there now if things were different. [ If Razul of the Larks had not been sent for her. ] I just thought that I should explain.

So. Now you know.

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[kingsdaughter]

[Sigrid turns on the feed and immediately continues working, having a number of different maps and books open and sketching at something furiously.]

I need help.

I've got a very official presentation I have to make to the Council in Treun in just six days and I need someone who can make this.

[She picks up the paper she's been drawing on to show...]

( It is a map under the cut )

[She sets it down again and looks into the locket with frantic and pleading eyes, like a wild thing whose sole source of energy has long since been caffeine mixed with adrenaline.]

I didn't know, I thought just telling them we'd give them the road would be enough, but they want sketches now. They want schematics and contracts for builders and probably budgets. We don't even have roads where I come from!

Does anybody know anything about building roads? Especially through mountains?

[Her sentence gives slightly out at the end. She groans and buries her face in her folded arms as if giving the quest up as completely mad and hopeless.]