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.

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It's not your fault. [ for her death or even asking. alisha's a rude person herself. she's used to it. she thinks she'd find it odd if the girl she was talking to didn't happen to question those she spoke to and all the bullshit that came out of their mouths. ]

Besides, gives you a better idea of this place, yeah? Kind of figured it was some place for the dead before my stupid friend showed up. [ don't ever tell rudy she called him a friend, either. perhaps she should've locked this … but that's alisha, doing a good deed by diving into the pool of self-pity. usually it gets no one anywhere, her swimming in this lake, but it seems as though it's brighten sansa's eyes to perhaps the types of people lurking about in the enemy's court. ]

I saw someone. Someone who should be -- [ dead. ] Someone with a situation like yours. It was a shock.

But, I suppose, not half the shock it must have been for you.

Guess someone not exactly being their dead selves is shocking. [ but alisha's voice quietens. she, partly, understands what it's like — curtis had once travelled to a future where all of them were dead. it wasn't the same as seeing a deceased love, but she felt as though she understood. and if rudy was anything to go by, she thinks she knows the devastation and the happiness this girl must feel. ] Sorry about the person you know. But I guess you get that second chance or whatever with them here. It's more than what you get at home.

More, indeed.

[ especially because she rather likes lord renly. and his claim. perhaps it's foolish, but she thinks he would make a better king than any she'd lived under. graceful and clever and kind, with a brace of knights to protect them all. ]

I should be honest. I don't know him so personally, back home. [ alayne doesn't, at least. ] But he's a lord. A well-known lord, at that.

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