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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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The Wall... right. Well, I'm guessing that 'ordinary' isn't exactly the word you'd use to describe any of this now. So it's probably better to let it sink in that this is real and we're stuck with it and then figure out the best way for you to handle it. Don't spend your time thinking about how it's not real or how you want to go home. Okay, think about how you want to go home because I do too, but figure out how to manage here, okay?

And if that means asking for some kind of forcefield thing so you're safe, then maybe you should do that.

[ going home-- ]

I suppose it's a very average expression -- wanting to be back home again. [ sansa doesn't want to leave. but alayne, she reckons, must itch for home. ]

Probably. I mean, there's some people here that can't go back...

[Like Allison. Well, she could go back, but she'd be dead, so he got her not wanting to.]

But I think... I think most of us do.

-- I miss my father.

[ she treads carefully around this subject. sansa certainly had missed her father: before he'd arrived here and before she'd been able to embrace him once again. and he, certainly, could never simply go back.

but alayne had another father to miss. ] And I imagine he misses me. I hope he does.

[ as she hopes lord eddard stark misses her in every moment they are not at each others' sides. ]

I miss mine too.

[He reached over and gave her shoulder a light and platonic pat, nothing creepy or gropey about it (please don't cut his hand off, Jon).]

I'm sure he does. It's kind of a given that our parents are going to miss us as much as we miss them. I bet mine even forgets what a pain in the ass I can be, if he even notices I'm gone.

My Lord Father travels a great deal; he has much business to conduct outside our castle walls. And --

[ but she stops. reconsiders all that stiles has just said...especially the tidbit about what a pain in the bleep he can be. sansa is quick to shake her head. ] You mustn't speak of yourself like that -- [ said the kettle to the pot. ] How is it he could not notice his own son -- gone? Sons are too important not to notice.

Hah, not exactly where I come from. I mean, yeah, good dads notice and my dad's a great dad, but... I'm not really sure what's going on with the while... back home thing. There's friends I have here from like, different points in time? And I would have noticed one of them going missing back when they're missing, so, I'm not really sure anyone back home will notice anything.

Which sucks, because now I'm just missing my dad and he won't even notice I'm gone.

Perhaps it doesn't have to...suck -- [ she spoke the idiom with such hesitation; veiled eyes glancing at him as if to seek his approval for its use. she'd enduring the hand on her shoulder but she still isn't wholly comfortable, and she looks for reassurance. ] Think on it this way: if might not know enough to miss you, then perhaps you can take heart that he's not troubled in the same way we are troubled.

No, no. I get that. I'm kind of grateful for that, actually. I mean, if he doesn't know I'm gone, it's probably for the best. There's been some... stuff. Lately. And he's been more worried than he should ever have had to have been. I kind of... I think he deserves a break. From me. Or worrying about me, anyway.

I'm sorry. [ she breathes the words, hoping to turn them into a benediction with mere gentility alone. ] That your trials have been considerable. And that your father has cause to worry -- [ it's said very much in a tone that suggests she might herself find cause to worry about him, as well. ]

I will pray for the pair of you, Stiles. I will keep the both of you in my thoughts.

That's sweet, but don't, you know, worry about it too much. Me and my dad have it covered. Besides, we've sort of got bigger things to think about, huh? Like what new magicky stuff are we going to have to deal with here?

The magic is...frustrating. But I find myself more frightened of the war. I wonder -- why are they fighting it?

Never ask why. The whys are always the worst reasons. Someone somewhere thought it was good enough, but you find out the whys and you want to sort of throttle someone, because from the perspective of a person who could potentially die over it, it's never fu-- bleeping worth it. Ever.

Not all wars are worthless. [ sansa is not a battle-monger. she does not relish the turmoil of her home land. but all the same, she can understand how it's fallen to pieces. she can understand why the north rose and why the baratheons split. ] Some banners are called in the service of answering gross injustice. Such a war is being waged in Westeros.

[ such a war is being lost in westeros. ]

Pretty sure most of the combat vets back in my world would disagree. It's all fine to be the head of a war way back in your comfy control room, but the people that are losing legs and stuff probably don't think most of the causes are that great.

Whatever this war's about, it has nothing to do with me and I don't want to die because of it.

-- Do your generals and your knights not ride out with their men? [ with a slice upon her heart, she thinks on robb. robb who they say went to where the fighting was thickest. robb who died while joffrey is allowed to live again in this bizarre land. ]

Generals? No. And we don't have knights. We have soldiers. Most of the big wigs stay back where it's nice and safe and send the grunts out to get their faces blown off.

How craven they must be -- [ even she understands such cowardice. ]

Maybe. But it's not like they started as generals. Everyone starts out at the bottom and they work their way up. Unless you just buy a rank, which sort of means they don't give you a bunch of soldiers to throw at people.

[He hoped.]

Are some not born into their power? [ the very concept of working up through the ranks is new to her -- newish. it's petyr who shows her how its possible. how one man might make himself a powerful lord protector, given time and ambition and cleverness. ]

In the military? God, no. No, you can buy yourself into an officer's status, but you don't just get born into being in any sort of rank. That's, ah, that's definitely not how it works.

[ sansa is not a radical. and, indeed, she benefits (or should have been benefiting) from a system where hereditary rights carry such weight. so her reaction is a product of her upbringing and of the privilege granted to her by the name stark. and, indeed, stone. traitor-prisoner-victim she might have been, but she has still been a lady. ]

It sounds chaotic.

Not really. They have a system... It's hard to fully explain. You should talk to John. He's a Navy SEAL, so he could tell you better what the whole military process is like. SEALs are like... special forces. They're pretty bada-- bleep.

[ badableep. yes -- that one is getting squirrelled away for future use. and she is gracious enough not to ask what a seal has to do with anything. ]

Jon -- [ or, as with peter/petyr, jon is how she hears the name. ] Is this Jon from your lands? Can he be...trusted?

[ then again, sansa hasn't quite decided if even stiles could be trusted. ]

John? Mm, I don't know. I mean, I don't know if he's from my world specifically or not. I'm pretty sure he's a bit ahead if he is. But he seems cool enough. Keeps trying to nanny me about things like getting hurt, so, you know...

[It showed he cared. Sort of. Maybe. God, he didn't know.]

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