eachdraidh | (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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Rather than sweet, it's a very passionate song about not giving in no matter how hard things get. It's a song to inspire strength, would you like to hear it?

...Would you mind?

I'd love to sing for you, Alayne. [Chieri smiles brightly, clearly delighted. She puts the locket down and takes a step back to sing. As she does, a small green creature appears, floating around her. It looks strange but not malicious. Both Chieri and the creature appear to be sparkling.]

Even if you reach out your hand
You won't be able to reach it yet.
Our dreams still lie
Much, much further in the distance.

Even the stars in the night sky,
Lie billons of light years away,
Shining beyond the shadows.

Let me speak of hope
Like a nameless poet;
With Passion.
If you find yourself broken down in tears,
Then rather than consoling you,
Let me speak of the coming dawn.

Even if you searching for love
You won't find it immediately
How about
You start by loving yourself?

In this vast world
Guided by fate
I saw
A single light

Let me speak of hope
Like an aged sailor
Deeper (deeper)
If you're ever
Hurt by something
Instead of just treating it
As for me,
I will point the rising sun.

Everyone, whoever it is
By giving up, they will be at ease
But,
Dreams never turn their back on you

Let me speak hope
Like a nameless poet;
With passion.
If you ever doubt yourself,
Just keep walking without hesitation.
Let me speak of hope
Like a nameless warrior,
Someday,
I'll live for my dreams.

[ it's beautiful! passionate, indeed. that word had been a fitting one. but it's so unlike the protracted ballads and story-songs of her home. it flusters her, the way it outlines feelings. to be so raw.

but something else flusters her more. that creature--] Gods! What is that?

[ it shocks her into strong language. ]

[It takes Chieri a moment to realise that not everyone is used to tiny alien soul manifestations floating around. They've become such a big part of her world that she forgets they might be surprising to some people. The kirara chimes sheepishly, lowering itself behind Chieri and peeking out over her shoulder]

You mean my kirara?

Is that what it's called?

[ she feels a creeping guilt that her horror is so apparent. ]

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