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[teenyoda]

[Hey, look at that. A step in the right direction. He was learning not to open his posts to the side that he was supposed to be fighting. And killing, if her royal glowiness had anything to say about it. Color him not impressed.

But, he was mentally digressing, the locket held in his hand and panned around his brand new shiny wizard's room.


He made sure to get everything in his little scan, showing off what looked like a chemistry set over on the table there and that glowing ball thing that hw as kind of avoiding because scary and everything that was just too cool for school about this room.]

Isn't this great? They gave me a room, totally warded and everything so I don't have to worry about causing earthquakes or setting anyone on fire. Well, outside of it. I could probably still set myself on fire. I'm trying to avoid that. Look, it even has my name on the door.

[Cue him going over and opening the door to show the stylized plaque that was adhered to the door with his name on it.]

Still not entirely impressed with being kidnapped and not being able to go home and the whole trying to kill me stuff, but this... goes a tiny way to making it better. Just a little bit. Ooh, look at this.

[The locket panned back over to a coat rack, where he'd hung up the cloak he'd found when he'd come in at first. It was a dark, dark red that had shimmery silver highlights when he moved it.]

I got a cloak. They're trying to make me a pretty pimp wizard. Hey, hey Radagast. Would that make me Stiles the Red?

[Have a beaming teenager as he turns the pendant around so he can grin into it.]

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[teenyoda]

[Oh, sweet summer child, if only you knew...]

Hey, maybe someone could make one. I bet the fairies would like it, too. But I can try drawing something up. I'm not the, ah, best artist, though. No laughing at my stick figures.

[steeledskin]

I give my very solemn vow that I will not laugh.

[teenyoda]

I'll hold you to that.

But hey, otherwise, are things going okay? You sure you're good. And not just saying you're good because it's easier than actually saying how you feel?

[steeledskin]

[ oh, gods! stiles. how is she supposed to answer that?

very carefully, she tries to be honest: ] I confess I am happier than ever to be so near Caer Glaem. Perhaps a day's ride away, at most.

[teenyoda]

See? That's good. Definitely something worth behind happy about. You can have a bath and sleep in a real bed and eat food that hasn't been ruined by Caterpillar Brows.

[steeledskin]

[ caterpillar brows! stiles, you are too wicked. and yet there is some old dredged up part of her that feels an equally wicked delight in the nickname. the same part of her that once laughed when jeyne poole called her sister horseface. ]

We did stay in a few inns, you know. When they crossed our paths.

[teenyoda]

What do you think of this place? I mean, I know it's not home, but... do you think of your room as yours? Are you going to be happy to get back to it?

[steeledskin]

[ if she'd felt free to be honest, she could babble a whole brook full of reasons why she was delighted to be so near her chambers: family and security. all of it awaits her.

but she is alayne. she must be pragmatic. she must remember that not everyone else is so pleased. ] It isn't a burden. Being here, that is. I have things I miss -- but...our hosts have been very gracious. Giving, even.

[teenyoda]

They'd be a lot more generous if they'd magicked you back here instead of making you ride all the way.

[Was that a grumble? Noooo...]

[steeledskin]

We got lost of our own folly. My own folly. Perhaps we deserved it.

[ and yet she finds his complain endearing. ] But -- yes, I think of my chambers as my chambers. [ more hers than any chambers she's had since winterfell. ]

[teenyoda]

Hey. Let's just stop that right now. Just because bad things happen doesn't meant you deserve them, okay? Let's just eradicate that sort of thinking right now.

[Seriously, Sansa. Bad things happened to good people he loved all the time and he hated it.]

So, maybe I'll get you a welcome back gift. For your chambers.

[steeledskin]

Hmm? [ an inquisitive hum. she likes gifts. but... ] It's hardly necessary--

[teenyoda]

Nothing's necessary. But I'll figure something out. I'll talk with a friend and see if I can-- hey, what's your favorite color?

[steeledskin]

I'm not particular. [ she nearly tells him anything but red, but -- but she's already complimented his cloak. it seems rude, now, to put a lie to that statement. ] Silvers. Lavenders. Even violet is lovely.

[teenyoda]

Silver and purples. Okay. I can work with that.

[Someone was planning a surpriiiiiiiiise.]

[steeledskin]

Please, Stiles. Whatever you have in mind, be certain not to trouble yourself too much on my account.

[teenyoda]

Alayne, I'll trouble myself as much or as little as I want.

[steeledskin]

[ for a liar! ]

...If it please you. [ ... ] Thank you. I'll -- I should return to the road, to be home all the sooner to see your gift.

[teenyoda]

Take it easy, okay? And be careful. You're almost here.