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(third lemon cake) voice ✧ open to both courts

( VOICE: OPEN TO BOTH COURTS )

Fellow [ ... ] shardholders. Seven blessings upon you all.

[ sansa is back in caer glaem, but there is no visual recording to accompany this address. (perhaps foolishly) she believes she may be somewhat protected from joffrey's attention. she would avoid an address altogether, but she feels there are those in the opposing court who ought to be quietly warned against the evil presence in their midst. trouble is, she doesn't know their names. and so here is a quiet attempt to draw out some of those people she'd spoken with at the very outset of using these lockets. ]

These lands are impressive. I have spent the larger part of two turns of this moon travelling them. Their roads are hard, perhaps, but I find myself oddly...pleased that I made any progress at all. [ there is a quiet (and honest) reverence in her voice. improvement and daring is not a thing she expects of herself, and so the mere understanding that she can now build a fire or ride a horse for days? it kindles something in her heart. a spark of pride. ] Seelie. Unseelie. Both territories boast beautiful landscapes -- I should like to see them painted, perhaps. Are there any artists in either court? Painters? Sculptors? [ ... ] Have we any musicians? These kingdoms must have their own songs. I would fain learn them.

From what played at the first feast, I imagine fairy music must always be a delight.

[ a protracted conversations, perhaps. but she hopes to catch the ear of wary allies and would-be friends. and as for her public behaviour? ah, well. she will be alayne stone a little longer. she is not ready to reclaim herself in one headlong rush. small steps and little leaps must be made. ]

(ooc: this post comes on the evening of june 27th. if your character is in caer glaem and is more apt to find here somewhere around the castle, go ahead and hit me with an action thread instead. i'm good with it. )

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So how'd you like roughing it out in the woods?

[hi sansa, welcome back.]

Not half as much as I like taking my meals at table and having a good brush for my hair.

[ but her spirits sound somewhat light, and therefore it cannot have been the absolute worst affair. ]

[he chuckles softly, caught between good humor and trying to be polite about not laughing at someone else's situation.]

Not a fan of campfires and sleeping under the stars, I guess?

The stars are pretty and the fires are charming -- but night after night, in a strange land? [ she cannot be seen but she shakes her head. ] The shine wears off.

To be honest, I'm pretty sure the people who try to claim it's better than a real bed and good food are just trying to sound tough.

[he could say as much himself, having camped out on many a quest. but coming home and getting brownies and hot chocolate was always the best thing in the world, and he's not too testosterone-fueled to admit it.]

Having tried it for some weeks, I can now say without a doubt that it succeeds in making them sound tough. Only a tough person could do it, I believe, with such regularity.

And only a really stupid or stubborn person does it when they don't have to.

Apart from wildlings, I suppose.

Wildlings?

Lordless and lawless men. They sit the lands beyond the Wall in the far far north. Sit it, but don't own it.

[he's not even gonna touch the whole "sit the land" thing yet. what...]

And they...camp a lot?

They travel a lot, I think. They live in trees and in caves and don't know how to build houses.

[ or so she's been told, alright. ]

...Maybe they just don't care about building houses if they travel so much?

[that's certainly a more realistic possibility to him than just not knowing how.]

But it's so cold beyond the Wall! Surely, staying still in a house would be warmer.

Maybe they're just used to it? If you live where it's cold all the time, it doesn't bother you as much, y'know?

Maybe. I confess I've never spoke with one.

So how do you know what you know?

Stories. My--

[ my uncle is a man of the night's watch. so it my brother. but she must swallow the truth. tell better lies. ] My Lord Father travels in earnest, and brings home many tales.

[girl you could not have said that sentence in a more old-worldy way.]

Maybe you can travel with him, now that you're a seasoned camper.

I doubt he would ever allow it.

Why not?

He loves me very much, I think. [ her voice takes on a breathy distant quality. a little uncertain. ] He knows I'm safer where I am. [ ... ] Where I was.

[ and yet she left it. took a fairy's offer and stepped away. ]

Safe is good. But do you want to stay there? Or, I mean, did you?

[ here is where her heart hurts. and her head aches to think of one treason crossing another. first, she defies her true father by describing the false. and now she betrays baelish by criticising the sanctuary he'd given her: ] It was...lonely. I confess that it was very lonely. Lonelier still while we kept house at the Eyrie, before the snows came and we had to abandon that castle for another.

...I know it probably doesn't feel right to be unhappy about it when you know he's just keeping you safe. It's hard to complain about things when you know there's a decent reason for it.

[the whole reason why he'd never thrown a luke-esque fit over his dad's absence, really.]

But it is okay to be unhappy about it, or to still want to change it.

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