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(first lemon cake) voice ✧ seelie & unseelie

I offer my gratitude to those fighting the worms. [ here is a voice both measured and composed, albeit young. ] And gratitude is all I can give, barring my prayers. And they are given whole-heartedly for all of us. May the Warrior give you the strength and courage required for your victories. And may the Mother bless us all.

[ sansa stark has long come to doubt the efficacy of the seven new gods. she isn't entirely certain the old gods listen, either -- but their rustling leaves and independent ways give her more peace of late than anything the seven offer: incense and rituals. however! she has resigned herself to being alayne stone to those who are not immediately known to her or trusted by her. and alayne stone worships the new gods, not the old. she is meant to be exactly as petyr baelish described her: a pious bleater, whose ardent faith discourages unwanted questions. so she speaks of blessing of the seven, but holds the old gods in her heart. she only hopes that arya and her allies will forgive her this identity fraud across the lockets.

most of all, sansa doesn't want to disappoint the people to whom she'd promised her help. like in maegor's holdfast during the blackwater, sansa hopes to lift spirits and rouse bravery. perhaps if she voices her thankfulness, others will follow in kind.

before she ends, she has only one question -- the paranoid fugitive in her needs to know: ] These pendants are truly remarkable. Magic, is it? But more efficient by far than any raven. [ ... ] Can they be used to talk only to one person, and privately? If anyone has managed it, I would thank you to tell me how.

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I reckon I'm a lot like them both. I miss them.

...Has it been long since you've seen them?

[ she hopes she hasn't unknowingly stumbled across a tragedy. ]

Oh— [ gj weasley. ] No, no. I was just with them before I followed the fairies here. I mean, I'm away at school most of the year but we go back home for holidays. That's what I was doing.

Oh.

[ is she relieved? gods, she might very well be. even so: ] But you must miss them, now. I'm sorry for that.

What about your family?

[ She has no idea. :( ]

[ she cannot tell the truth about the starks; but alayne can tell some scant lies about her family that might be injected with honest feeling. ]

My father cares for me, now. And the Faith did before that -- after my mother died. But I was young, I don't remember her so well. Except I know that she was beautiful and fair. It's no mystery why my father loved her.

I'm sorry. [ And it's sincere; she can't imagine not having both her parents and she knows she's lucky with the family she has. ] I think if anything happened to our parents, my brothers would help where they could. Family's important.

How many? How many brothers?

[ she misses her own. ]

[ She misses hers fiercely as well. But she's smiling. ]

Six. All older, all as stubborn as our hair suggests.

Does it? Does it really suggest stubbornness?

[ she'll get back to the topic of six brothers in a moment -- but for now she's genuinely curious. though her own hair is still dyed a dark chestnut as alayne stone, she remembers the tully copper red of her natural hair. perhaps she misses it, too. though she never saw it as a mark of stubbornness. ]

[ She laughs again, shrugging. ]

That's what I've heard. I believe it, my whole family's a little... headstrong. We're all Gryffindors—that is, the school we all go to, there are four Houses the students are put into with certain traits. And Gryffindors are brave, daring, chivalrous. There's something to it.

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Houses? [ again, she feels her curiousity strung along. ] But I thought you called yourself by another name--

[ houses, after all, are families to her. ]

Well, yes, Weasley. But it's just how my school does things, four communities of sorts. And we'll go to classes together but Gryffindors live with Gryffindors and the other three with their own Houses. And we compete, too, in sports.

[ She looks thoughtful, then. ]

Your House sort of becomes your family while you're away from home, though.

Houses -- [ she tries to explain, but finds herself lacking the right tone and diction. she's never had to explain these things before. ] They are families. Back home.

Yeah? Makes sense, I suppose. The Houses are named after the witches and wizards who founded the school. So your house is Stone?

Ah.

[ this is the first time someone has tripped upon this particular truth of her home culture. sansa sucks in a breath and asks herself whether she should let alayne be bastard brave or not. ]

Stone is not a noble name, my lady. [ she errs on the side of thinking ginny is noble. ] It's very common in the Vale of Arryn, where natural born sons and daughters are all named Stone.

Weasley isn't noble, either.

[ It's a gentle correction, cheeks colouring faintly because no one has ever called her anything like that. She thinks of what people call the older pureblooded families (The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black), she thinks of how her family is technically related to the like of them but disowned for what they believed and who they befriended and married; the blood politics of her world are a mess and she doesn't like to dwell on them too deeply.

Yeah. Family. ]

So you're from there, that's what it's called? What's it like?

I was born in Gulltown. [ she knows these lies intimately; she's had to live them for months and months. indeed, it's harder to be sansa these days than it is to be alayne. ] Which is a port city, if the name doesn't give it away -- and also in the Vale. Think mountains. And valleys. It's very beautiful.

[ she skips gently over ginny's assertion that she isn't noble: but sansa knows the truth of it. simply having a family name makes her more than a bastard daughter stone. ]

I can imagine. My school has mountains all around it, I'll never get tired of the view.

[ She settles back against the battlements, glancing out. ]

I grew up in the country. Hills, mostly, and an orchard by the house. Me and my brothers would climb the trees there.

You would climb them?

[ she sounds a little...well...scandalized. ]

Well, yeah, how else would we get to the apples?

...Perhaps your brothers could get them for you. Toss them down.

Come on, Alayne, where's the fun in that?

I'm not sure I'd find it fun to tear a dress. Or hose.

Well, of course you don't do it in a dress! Can't climb half as well or as quickly in one. Haven't you ever climbed a tree?

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