(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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[rube]

[now this certainly catches his attention. not that he wasn't already incredibly attentive-- he just didn't expect any sort of warning coming from her.]

You got names?

[steeledskin]

Joffrey Baratheon. Jaime Lannister.

[ oh, she has names a-plenty. she starts with those in the other court: their evils are more certain and supported. ]

[rube]

[he gives a small nod, wondering if he should write the names down in case he forgets, but he figures he can just ask her again if it comes to that.]

I'll keep an eye out.

[he shifts his weight from one foot to the other,]

It don't sound like you're finished namin' names.

[steeledskin]

And the Dragon Queen. She who would fashion herself a queen. Daenerys, whose family lost the throne before I was even born. I...I worry about her. About the chaos her being here could cause.

[rube]

[daenerys. his brows quirk up slightly in disappointment. sure, he trusts sansa's judgement (up to a point) but he liked the girl, at least what he saw of her when they spoke. she had been nice to him.]

She seems nice enough to me. What's she done to you?

[steeledskin]

Nothing to me. But -- [ can she be delicate in this answer? no. she has known ben long enough that she knows on instinct that he does not appreciate the same ducking and dodging sansa employs with others. ] As I said, her family was once made of kings and queens. My Lord Father served in the court that replaced them.

I worry.

[rube]

[ben is only ... half understanding.]

Ain't nothin' she got against you, far as I see. Long as she don't bring her problems here, you ain't gotta worry.

[steeledskin]

I am my father's daughter. [ a long inhale. ] Many would consider that more than enough reason to...have something against me. I cannot help but be wary.

[rube]

[he offers a shrug,]

Do what you gotta do. Anythin' happens, you come talk to me.

[steeledskin]

...Has she been kind to you? The Targaryen girl?

[rube]

Kind enough. We only spoke once or twice, ain't seen much of her since.