(third lemon cake) voice ✧ open to both courts

[steeledskin]

( 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. )

Comments

voice

[foreignflight]

I wouldn't say you have no paths to follow or journeys to make. But at least here everyone is free to start their own ways, right? So you can find something you want to do and do it. Even painting.

[That might have earn an embarrassed laugh there.]

We had art classes in school, but it's not something I do for fun.

voice

[steeledskin]

What is it you do for fun, then?

[ by now she ought to have introduced herself -- but she's trying to delay that lie a little longer. ]

voice

[foreignflight]

[ There's almost a surprised pause. What he does for fun isn't something he's ever really thought about. And now that he did, there wasn't much he could think of. Especially lately where they were too busy for him to consider that much. The pause doesn't last long as he settles on something, something he's always done. ]

I guess fly FPs or IFOs.

voice

[steeledskin]

-- Beg pardon?

[ she doesn't know any of those words. or letters, as the case may be. ]

Re: voice

[foreignflight]

Oh. Um, they're machines that fly. FPs are things civilians can use. They're for travel, like horses, but they go faster. IFOs can do the same, but they're for weapons, too.

voice

[steeledskin]

Weapons? Like swords?

Re: voice

[foreignflight]

...No. I'd say imagine if a sword could take out hundreds of people at once instead of one or two. That's the weapons on the IFOs. But not a lot of people can use them and they're not used against people.

voice

[steeledskin]

[ it sounds monstrous! ]

Pray tell...what are they used against, if not people?

voice

[foreignflight]

...When I first starting piloting Nirvash it was against the Secrets. Things have changed since then, but Secrets were monsters. If Nirvash could hurt hundreds, Secrets would attack thousands. Secrets appeared where I came from for along time and millions of people were hurt, so we piloted IFOs to stop them before they could.

voice

[steeledskin]

How can secrets be monsters?

[ she's taking one of those two words a little too literally. ]

voice

[foreignflight]

They're not secrets like the things people keep hidden. Their things that appeared to attack something called Scub Coral and people just got in the way.

voice

[steeledskin]

So your people are the bystanders. The unplanned casualties. How tragic.

voice

[foreignflight]

That's why we have to do what we can, right? I piloted the Nirvash so no one would get hurt. That's why any of us did.

[ Well, except Fleur. Fleur had daddy issues, but she didn't want people to die either... ]

voice

[steeledskin]

...You must be very brave.

voice

[foreignflight]

I don't think it's like that, because everyone's doing what they can.

voice

[steeledskin]

Are there no cowards? Certainly, someone must be too craven to fight.

voice

[foreignflight]

You don't have to fight to do something. There's plenty a person can do without it.

I didn't want to fight. [ ]

voice

[steeledskin]

And so what made you do it?

voice

[foreignflight]

That's easy.

Someone once told me I shouldn't hate people. That they were only doing the best they could for the ones they loved. The people of my island-- [ A beat. ] -- They didn't like me living there. [ The simplest way to put "treated him like shit for as long as he can remember". ] But one day when a Secret attacked I was the only one who could pilot it, the Nirvash. I almost didn't fight.

But I love that island, too. And the people there. I wasn't going to let anything hurt it. That day... I'd even been told that the things they went through were their own fault. I never want to apologize to a kid the way they had to.

voice

[steeledskin]

I don't understand why they would reject a child --

[ but no. that's a lie. she knows the sting of hatred and of alienation. ]

voice

[foreignflight]

I might have been born on that island, but to them I wasn't from it. Dad and Anma came from somewhere else.

voice

[steeledskin]

It is hard to be a foreigner in your lands?

voice

[foreignflight]

Mm, it's a little more complicated then that.

voice

[steeledskin]

Might I ask why?

voice

[foreignflight]

[ There's a dozen different ways he could answer that. "Anma is like the scub coral." "There's dozens of worlds and universes out there." So many variations, but they weren't very believable even to his ears sometimes. And he'd seen them.

Not to mention, some of those details are ones that he didn't exactly share easily. Albeit, for anyone who say him his relation to his mother was noticeable: the near white skin, the purple eyes with red rim. They weren't natural-- they were Coralian. But she didn't see him and no one'd asked about it yet, so it was one he could put off.

But he was nothing if not fairly honest, but that didn't make it any less complicated to figure out what to say. ]

I don't know a lot about dad and Anma. [ He finally settles, not even a lie. ] I only met dad for day and Anma disappeared when I was little. There's a lot of stuff I don't understand about where they came from, so I can't really say much.