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[kingsdaughter]

Locked to Harper, Sharpe, Jason, Clarisse, Aveline, and Integra
The Unseelie have taken Mair and are moving from there already, in what direction I cannot yet say. Others who know are Lord Eddard Stark, Sergeant Patrick Harper, Major Richard Sharpe, Jason, the lady Clarisse, Ser Aveline and Ser Integra. Lord Stark asks you to conference with one another to determine what must be done.

Locked to Sansa, Renly, and Meera
My lord bids me to conference with you to plan contingencies should Caer Glaem be attacked by the Unseelie, as it will likely happen very soon. Lady Sansa and Meera and I are to be far away when it comes. He bade me ask your help, Lord Renly. But I would like to speak of these matters in person and in private. What time could we meet?



Locked to Aubri
Dear sir, I know who you are because the birds told me of you.  You're near Mair and I beg a favor of you.

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[rues]

i know exactly where they're headed
i've got something they want
and they won't stop until they get it
or i stop them first
they will be stopped
and i'd suggest no one gets in my way

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[oursavinggrace]

youre not fighting an army on your own clarisse

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[rues]

who says i'm not
you?
this is my fight jason
and you're not going to stop me

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[oursavinggrace]

i wasnt gonna try to stop you
but you cant stop me from following you either

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[rues]

[ clarisse almost doesn't respond to this, and spends about five minutes rolling her eyes and trying to find a good way to tell him off. but she knows he's right, she can't get rid of him, and it would be good to have a son of zeus or jupiter or whoever on her side. finally, with a heavy sigh, she decides to respond. ]

fine
but if you mess anything up grace
i swear to the gods
i will end you

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[oursavinggrace]

its a fight how do you mess up a fight
the whole point is to make a mess of the bad guys

[are you implying that he'd get in the way or something because a. he will be flying so that's physically almost impossible and b. gurl you can talk down to him when you're on the way to fight gaea.]

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[rues]

[ look the last time percy tried to intervene in one of her fights she almost got killed by a giant metal bull. so, yeah, you can mess up a fight and she'd like to avoid that. she's also just very testy about this whole situation in general. ]

yeah so make a mess of the bad guys behind me
and don't get in my way

[bird_brain]

[He has to land first to answer, but he does so in short order. It's rare for someone to contact him via this locket and, so, he pays attention.]

I do not know who you are, but I am not against doing a favor for a lady. What do you need?

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[kingsdaughter]

My name's Sigrid. I have friends close to Mair who are in danger, but they're going there anyway to see how many Unseelie there are who've taken it. I've asked the birds to fly there and help take count, but they can't protect my friends. If you could fly above them and keep watch over them--my friends--I will owe you a very big favor. We think the Unseelie are going to attack Caer Glaem next.

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[bird_brain]

Sigrid. I am Aubri. [There is a pause before he speaks again.] I have seen some evidence of such a thing. Who are your friends?

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[kingsdaughter]

Lord Eddard Stark and his company. They are on horseback and they number only a few. You must tell him I sent you, lest he mistake you for a threat.

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[bird_brain]

I have spoken with him once, upon my arrival here. I would know him upon sight.

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[kingsdaughter]

Oh! [That's better than she ever hoped for.] He is good, so very good and kind, and he will never forget a good turn in a hundred years. Will you help him?

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[steeledskin]

Far away, dear Sigrid, but where?

[ it is good that this is written; she is starting to feel a panic seep into her body. it returns to her body like an old companion. it makes her very fingers tremble. ]

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[kingsdaughter]

That'll be why we need Lord Renly's help. I should say south and a little west, deep into the Great Greenwood. The Unseelie would not have any reason to go there.

Or else the Station with the Elvenking.

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[steeledskin]

The Station--

[ she had avoided it before -- she and gendry, wary of what someone might do if they did go where others stayed. but now... ]

Perhaps the Station is best. It would be good to go where there are...good people.

[ as isolated as they might be in the forest, she fears being left without a protector. she needs a protector. ]

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[kingsdaughter]

But there is are a lot many of Seelie at the station. The Unseelie could choose to attack there on their way back to Caer Scima.

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[steeledskin]

I confess...I have doubted its neutrality in the past. But--

[ she realizes she should just leave the decision with sigrid; her mind is not bent to these tactics. granted, perhaps neither is sigrid's...but sansa would trust her more than she would trust herself. ]

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[kingsdaughter]

To wicked men, neutrality only means it is an easier target. Yet your father believes Lord Renly will know what to do.

text. after he wakes.

[impeaches]

I am free whenever your lord and yourself wishes it, Sigrid.

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[kingsdaughter]

I am glad to learn you are awake. I do not wish you to strain yourself overmuch on our account. Would you break your fast with us tomorrow, that we may discuss this matter together?

[She gets a lot more formal when she's writing.]

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[impeaches]

That sounds acceptable. Will you inform Lord Stark of my wakefulness and my new position of kingship? I would appreciate it greatly.

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[kingsdaughter]

[Renly's a king? She knew he was a lord, but...well wow. King Renly.]

It would be my honor.

[That sounds like the kind of thing a humble servant says to a king, right? Or writes to one.]

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[impeaches]

I would appreciate. I know my death preceded my return here but I feel that some grace should be afforded me now.

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[kingsdaughter]

[...Oh.

Well that's sort of horrible. It's completely horrible and Sigrid feels completely wretched for being rude to him weeks back.]

Indeed, Sire.

[That's what they call the Master of Lake-town, so that's what she comes up with as a form of address.]