( t e x t | seelie & unseelie. backdated to the 3rd. )

[tensed]

[ the way to communicate here seems too much like something the capitol would make. if not for his need for information, he would throw the damn thing away.

( he's still considering a hole in the ground for it as he types. ) ]

I heard some people have been here a few months. I got a few questions.
are there any rules about the woods
what animals are there around here [ it might help if you specified where "here" is, gale. ]
what district are you from?

[ the third question is a last-minute addition, a sign he's not entirely convinced yet that his being here isn't a capitol trick. gale debates adding anything else, but common sense provides the more obvious answers. he's not in the mood to waste anyone's time, especially his own. ]

Comments

[tensed]

[ the reply comes immediately. ]

no

[ wow. much words. ]

[relieson]

I'm sorry.
Is there anything that can be done to help?
Oh! Maybe you can ask the King and Queen here!

[tensed]

[ the leaders he's still not convinced aren't capitol puppets? ]

What will they do?

[relieson]

I don't know. . .
I heard they can give "boons," though. . .

[tensed]

are you stupid?

[ oh my god, gale, you cannot ask people if they're stupid. ]

[relieson]

What's wrong with asking for help?

disconnect.

[tensed]

[ apart from the fact that it never comes. that an entire society cannot be fixed by a "boon." that nothing will get better until all the districts have risen up and snow is dead.

it's not an argument worth having. not with a stranger and not over the network. ]