eachdraidh | (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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

A bit hungry, since the supplies have stopped coming. [ rationing is always a pain. ] But it's the thirst that's truly inconvenient.

[ she eyes the video. ] Are you part of the fight, Mako?

[ he nods; he knows hunger, understands that -- inconvenience is putting it lightly, though that's probably all it is right now, isn't it? and in his opinion, it's better not to talk about. though if he has a solution... ]

Ask around, maybe someone has a way of pulling the water from the air for people.

[ he knows the really good monsoons can do it, drown a guy on foggy nights, or even just make enough ice sharp enough to cut. surely someone here has something more... gentle and constructive than that here in the castle. roxas said something about other people who bend things, and there was that ice queen. ]

Yeah, I'm on worm roasting duty. [ that would explain the soot smeared on his cheek, after all. ]

You are...roasting them?

[ all it seems she can do is repeat things back at others, inquiring after with slight inflections. tiny questions. apart from the beatings, it's quite a lot like being back in king's landing. ]

[ he nods, and glances away from the locket, presumably to one of the burning worm corpses. ]

They regenerate unless you cauterize any injuries first.

[ how...unseemly. ]

Is it very difficult work?

Well, we're comin' up on, what, a week of these things? And it's not easy, that's for sure.

But I trust you've acquitted yourself bravely, Mako?

[ he is... not familiar with the word "acquitted" um... ]

Yeah, sure.

[ that's a good thing, right? ]

Good. Thank you.

[ and, thankfully, before this gets to awkward, there's a shout from off screen of "incoming!!" and mako looks up, startled. ]

Gotta go —!

[ and the feed ends as he stuffs the locket back inside his coat. ]

(first lemon cake) voice ✧ seelie & unseelie

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;