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ѕє¢ση∂ яєρσят ★ αυ∂ισ (open to both courts)

I expected that there would be more for us to do, if we are indeed here for a war. Not for us to sit and idly wait until these monarchs have need of us.

[ Spoken like someone who doesn't trust them, she has little respect for those who use kidnapping to force others to fight for them. She's not used to this, not having things to do. Despite losing her shield, and the bit with the imps and fae last month - Aveline feels, well. Restless. Unsure of what to do with herself, and she doesn't like it. Might as well try to make something of it. ]

If anyone in Caer Glaem is trained with a sword, I wouldn't mind a partner or two to cross blades with. And if there are those who would like to learn, I'm not against giving you a bit of training, assuming you can provide your own gear. I could honestly do with something other than waiting around for whatever is to happen next.

One last thing, I'm having trouble contacting a friend of mine, in the other castle. Messages have not gone through, I was hoping someone could let me know if they have seen her? Marian Hawke. Short black hair, blue eyes, and a tendency to make terrible jokes at every turn.

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They like people who take initiative.

Anyone who wants to train with you can get gear in the armory, if they need it. Teaching them how to handle a sword is a good idea; more than I like to think about need it.

And what would they consider to be initiative?

Probably a fair few, I'd imagine. Best not to take chances with this, better to know how to defend oneself and never to need to do so - [ which from the sound of things isn't likely ] than be unprepared.

Scouting. Working on fortifying the castle. Training those who don't know what they're doing.

[ So you're off to a good start, Aveline. ]

Exactly. And Caer Glaem's already been attacked twice in as many months -- first time by giant worms, second time by Unseelie forces.

I'll help as I can.

[ Not to impress the monarchs or because she wants to be a part of the war. One out of three isn't bad. ]

... did you just say giant worms?

[ Kirkwall has spiders, this place has worms. Just no end to giant slimy creatures, is there? ]

Yeah. Poisonous bites and they'd regenerate, so you had to burn them. They were a pain in the ass.

Sounds like quite a good time. [ sarcasm, because it's true that she'd rather have stuff to deal with. just... not here. ]

What about the Unseelie. You said they've attacked once.

Nice way to remind everyone that this isn't a vacation, at least.

Yeah. [ He sighs. ] They used magic to disguise themselves and get in the castle. Lit lots of fires and let a giant bear wreck shit.

It would certainly serve as an adequate reminder, I think. If we haven't forgotten that vacation tends to be a bit more voluntary than this is.

That... sounds thrilling.

Depends on the vacation.

[ Snort. ] It was certainly something.

You might try and contact Ser Loras Tyrell. He is gifted with a blade and quite keen on practising while he is here. He is well equipped to defend himself.

[ A pause, then he hesitates. People leaving already, hm? ]

I have not seen your friend, my lady, but I will ask my fellows.

Then we have that in common. I'll try to get into contact with him.

[ she's used to training guards, teaching... but doesn't want that to be her only form of practice. ]

Thank you. If it seems she has gone home, it would not be quite so bad. She can do far greater good there than here, but I would just like to know for sure.

He is a fine man. He will give you a good spar, I can assure you. Otherwise, you might contact my nephew, Ser Gendry Waters. He, too, is adept with a blade.

[ Small suggestions. He would offer himself but he thinks himself not quite practised enough yet. It has been a long time since he sparred for more than sport. ]

I would speak to the people of her court and ask them to check her room. If her things are no longer there then, perhaps, she has returned to her home.

You sound fond of him, Loras Tyrell. You know him from before? I'll speak with him as well. They are both of the Seelie court, I assume?

[ well, obviously there are but she hasn't yet met them so. fair question. ]

Perhaps. She was not the only one I knew in that court, but I believe he too may have been sent back.

[ regardless, she'll try to find Hawke, and Anders. ]

He was my squire, at our home, and soon became one of my dearest friends. I would trust him with my life and more, had I more to give. You will find both in Caer Glaem, though I cannot promise that my nephew will be here for long. I fear he has a case of wanderlust about him.

[ He is still smiling to himself, a tone filled with cheer and a kindness all the same. ]

I wonder if, perhaps, they have simply abandoned their lockets. It is a shame we cannot simply ride for a few days to visit friends and allies.

It is fortunate that you have someone you trust so deeply here with you. [ or maybe not, she's not really been here long enough to say what it's, really like -- only what she's heard. But Maker, she's already worried for her friends, and husband without her. ]

A shame indeed. Anders... possibly, it's a possibility he's abandoned or lost his, but Hawke... no, I think she'd know better if it's the only means of communication we have at the time.

I am incredibly lucky, I know. A great many of my friends and allies from my home are here and, while we may wish to return home, it is a comfort to have them close. [ renly just keeps smiling to himself, curious and dismissive all at once. people are going home already, then? interesting. ]

Then I hope your friend has found her way home. I am sure it would do her well.

You know an Eddard Stark and a Jon Snow? Both claimed they were of Westeros, same as you. It would be, at least we'd know if they were here, that they're safe. I don't want to think about what they may be getting into as I'm not around, and my husband...

[ It's not as if she wants them all here, but more so to go home herself. But there is a part that does wish they would show since that doesn't seem to be happening. It feels selfish, but Aveline can't help it. ]

As do I.

Edited 2014-07-06 06:16 (UTC)

Yes, both. Eddard more than his son, but I would call them allies. I am sure your friends and your love are quite alright, my lady. At least you do not have to worry about friendliness with a spouse you have yet to marry.

[ he thinks of margaery and almost sighs. she is lovely and he is more than aware of why he marries her, but... ]

Have no fear.

[ Sighing ]

You're probably right. They're capable, after all. [ it's just hard for her not to worry, the not knowing part bothers her.

But anyways. ]

That sounds complicated.

Somewhat.

[ He doesn't look entirely put off by it, though, simply offering a smile and nodding his head in an easy acceptance. He's had a few months to get used to the idea, after all. ]

I have been told many things of my future and that is hardly the most startling.

Do you suppose many people here are trained with a sword?

[She who speaks has a young voice, fair and high, and saddled with a little bundle of nerves.]

I dunno, truthfully. [ her voice softens as she replies.. ] So far it seems like there are a great deal others who use other weapons, just as many who know how to use a sword.

...You're looking for a way to pass the time?

[ it's been ages since sharpe has (himself) worked the recruiting circuit. but he feels a certain thrill seep back into his bones when he considers the challenge of convincing these castle-dwellers to take up a mission with him. and no, he might not normally have asked just any woman who claimed herself capable but...

ah, well. he was feeling curious. and it isn't as though sharpe's never seen a woman handle herself well behind a sword. so long as they proved themselves as readily as his men did, what did he care in the longest run? ]

[ there's nothing pressing or urgent that needs done with Aveline, she wasn't about to make a long journey to the other castle if it turned out indeed Hawke was gone which seemed very likely at this point, she had no reason for it. If others had need, though... then she would make herself helpful. ]

I am. Not quite used to having so much spare time on my hands.

Idle hands are no one's ally -- [ he said with a soft and low whistle to his tone. he is no good at this: the cajoling! the convincing! but he will try. ] How good are you with that blade of yours?

I wouldn't be offering to teach others if I wasn't competent using it.

[ she's not bragging or trying to be rude. but she knows how to use it, and well. ]

Why do you ask?

Depends. [ a quiet huff. ] You were asking about Caer Glaem. You're with the Seelies?

I am with the Seelies, yes. You are as well?

Aye, ma'am.

[ miss seems a little too gentle for a woman who carries a sword. ] And looking for more of us who might be keen to...come together, like.

[ a pause... ] Alright. I'm interested in hearing more about this, ser.

[ he thinks nothing of the title. why should he? he's a major; it sounds appropriate. though uncanny coming from a woman's mouth. ]

And I'll gladly tell you. [ but not over these lockets. ] ...You hungry?

[ in any other world in any other context this might sound like a bad attempt at picking up. but no. sharpe is merely clumsy at all this secrecy. ]

Am I... hungry?

[ That throws her off guard.. it's lucky that pick up lines (or what sounds like them) can still at times go over her head. ]

Sure, I suppose. Did you want to discuss it over food?

I do. I would like it, yes. [ food and a stiff drink. ]

I hate these lockets.

I don't find myself too fond of them either. [ Too impersonal, too many others able to see conversation. She'll never get used to it. ]

Where are you? I'll meet you.

I don't think I've seen your friend anywhere, but I'd be up for sparring.

[he even brandishes his gladius as if to say, see i'm all geared up and everything, the imperial gold glinting rather prettily for a deadly weapon.]

Would you... How soon can you meet me in the courtyard?

Literally less than a minute, if I take my shortcut.

[his shortcut may or may not involve the window.]

I'm... a little bit further away, but if you wouldn't mind waiting about half of an hour I'll take you up on that.

No problem. I'll meet you down there?

Edited (whoops i suck) 2014-07-08 14:24 (UTC)

I'll be there.

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