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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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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.

The very nature of our home is that it is nearly inaccessible to the rest of Westeros, you see. Impregnable. I cannot say that I would honestly change that fact, as unhappy as it may on occasion be.

But you could still leave.

How could I leave my father? How could I cause him such heartache?

[ i cannot abandon him now, she thinks. speaking of one father but committing her words to another. ]

But it's okay for him to leave you on your own all the time?

He leaves his knights behind. And no enemy is likely to pass the Bloody Gate.

But I mean, you can't go anywhere because you'd be leaving him, but he's allowed to leave you? How is that fair? He's not the one left behind feeling lonely.

All he does is for us. He does not like to leave me--

[ she can tell, she thinks, by the way he kisses her upon his returns. and by how they share their secret smiles and the way he makes her feel to vital to his plans and purposes. when he goes away, he is littlefinger and that man is not to be trusted.

when he comes home, he is petyr baelish. ] And I... [ but he is not my father. ] Jason?

[ his name is plaintive. ]

Yeah?

[he wasn't particularly harsh or anything before, but the gentle way his tone immediately softens in response to hers certainly makes it sounds like it had been.

I don't want to talk about my father. [ breathing deep. ] May we talk about something else?

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[he's definitely more curious now, but that's just human nature. he can ignore the urge to push further for now if it's clearly making her uncomfortable. even if it's because of something bad that she doesn't want to talk about it, something jason should be worried about...well, she's here for the time being and not home, not with her dad. she's safe, as far as he knows, so she can take things at her own pace.]

Sure. Whatever you want.

Would you tell me about the castle while I was gone? Who's new? What's happened?

[ distractions. diversions. ]

[he understands, and fumbles for something to talk about almost immediately.]

There were those sick fairies. I don't know if you ran into any out in the wilderness, but they were all over the place here and driving everyone nuts. Everyone's things were going missing because of this Kow thing, too. And a little while before that, a guy organized a big meeting here to meet with everyone and talk out everyone's intentions and strategies for the war and all that.

[what else, what else...]

We had another welcoming feast for a whole batch of new people. I know I haven't gotten to talk to anywhere near everyone that's arrived, but there was a griffin, and this white wolf named Amaterasu.

[ she has a dozen thoughts about a dozen things but all of them are upended by a simple desire for a simple answer: ] Did you meet with him? The man who called for a council?

[ oops. so much for not talking about dad. ]

[whoops.]

Yeah. He seemed nice. [fatherly, almost, if he knew what that felt like.] To be honest, I don't think he really believed me about the whole "flying" thing.

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