(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. )

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[video]

[bird_brain]

What have you seen in your travels? I am beginning such a quest myself.

[video]

[steeledskin]

I saw the mountain city of Cothromach. It was -- [ claustrophobic ] -- very impressive.

[video]

[bird_brain]

[A mountain city sounds just enough like home that he might have to seek this place out.]

Cothromach. [His accent garbles the word just a little.] Where is it?

[voice for her side of the conversation -- she'll make a habit of switching it back.]

[steeledskin]

In Glaschu. East of the Seelie stronghold of Caer Glaem.

[ after all, she cannot assume this...strange speaking bird (?!) is seelie. ]

[and video for his, because he's a vain thing]

[bird_brain]

Noted. Thank you. Is there reason to warn me of anything? Does the weather change quickly or drastically as one travels?

what a preener.

[steeledskin]

[ this question gives her pause. she even nearly asks why he needs to know, but: bird. to her credit, she doesn't bring up the fact that he's a bird. why should she? it might be rude. it might be terribly terribly rude.

and chances are he already knows he's a bird. ]

Ah -- perhaps? Truthfully, the weather is far less predictable in these lands than they are in mine. And so I'm inclined to say it does change quickly. But others seem not so bothered.

he'll never deny it

[bird_brain]

[He does know -- and it is why he asks. That she hasn't commented on his appearance yet does gain her some appreciation. Most first questions have bee along the lines of "but what are you?" and Aubri's weary of it.]

Others may not be flying. I must watch such things.

[steeledskin]

Of course. You must.

[ so demure. so polite. she will be struck down where she stands before she alludes to how strange it is to be talking with a bird...creature. ] I confess I can't say whether the weather is bad or good for flying; I've never flown.

[bird_brain]

It is a joy. Perhaps one day, you will find a way to fly.

[steeledskin]

[ little bird. little dove. but her wings are clipped and her soul is jessed and her cage has been built with more than physical bars. ]

I think I would be too scared to fly.

[bird_brain]

I have heard that some are. It is a shame.

[steeledskin]

I suppose we are not all...equally built to such ambitions.

[bird_brain]

Ambition does not have much to do with it. I have wings. You do not. You can walk where I could never go and I could fly where you will be.

[steeledskin]

Then perhaps it is the imagination that I lack.

[bird_brain]

Then borrow someone's imagination.

[steeledskin]

A pretty thought. But also, I think, an impossible one. How would I manage it?

[bird_brain]

Inspiration and encouragement are, perhaps, two of the very few things you can take without guilt. [pause] Let someone help you, child. If you must, let someone guide you.

[steeledskin]

[ easier said than done, she imagines. but she does not want to seem ungrateful: ] I'll try; I promise. I swear it.

[bird_brain]

There is no need to swear by it.

[steeledskin]

...Then -- what else should I be saying?

[bird_brain]

[That question stymies him for a moment.] You say what you wish to say. If you do not want to take the advice, then do not. If you do... do it.

[steeledskin]

I fear it isn't always so simple.

[bird_brain]

It rarely is.

[steeledskin]

[ the thoughtful lean of the conversation is oppressive; she must change the subject. ]

Might I ask your name?

[bird_brain]

You may. I may even answer, though I would like to have yours as well.