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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Different types of stories, that's all.

Different indeed. I've stumbled across a great deal of difference since arriving here.

Me too. There's no magic where I'm from, for one thing.

Curiously, I have only learned of the new-returned magic in my lands upon coming here. I haven't seen any of it with my own eyes.

We have stories about it, back home. Maybe ours just went away, too.

Do you know why it's come back, where you're from?

Dragons, Ariadne. I was told, once, that dragons were alive again. And in these halls I have seen those same creatures.

Dragons from your world?

[ Dragons. She has seen Aithusa, but that there are more than one... ]

I've been reading about the creatures in this place. Apparently the dragons here were all killed.

Little dragons. Barely grown up. But yes, they are from my lands.

If they're here, then I wonder what's happening to the magic back in your world.

[ This is all very confusing. Easier when she thinks of it as a dream, but that's become harder and harder -- as extraordinary as this all is, it's far too dangerous to think of it as anything about real with real consequences. ]

Better minds than mine might know. Me? I cannot venture to guess. Not truly.

It's all very confusing. [ And Ariadne doesn't like not knowing. She sighs, but then brightens. ]

Oh -- the sketch is done. It's pretty rough, but...

But I will forgive it all its roughness, I swear.

One moment-

[ Ariadne switches to video, gives the other girl a smile and then turns the locket onto her sketchbook. It is a rough sketch, but it's certainly a bridge. ]

...It's beautiful! It looks like a crown.

but not like any bridge she's ever known. ]

A crown?

[ She takes another look, then laughs. ]

I guess it does. I never noticed.

Give it jewels and when it finds itself spanning a mighty river, call it the Crown Bridge. [ maybe she doesn't know architecture -- but she knows names. and poetics. and simple nomenclature. ]

Everyone would know where they were on the river, or in the countryside.

Maybe we should find a river here to build it on. We could use landmarks that we recognize.

I have no yet seen a river so deserving of such a bridge. But there must be one -- somewhere.

There's a lot of places around here, after all.

Maybe even they could cross part of the sea, to connect an island to the main land. That'd deserve a crown, wouldn't it?

How long must something like that take to build?

Probably something like four years, back home. But with magic... who knows?

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