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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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[ gods! a girl, roughed up and appearing in the little locket and -- sansa has to look away for a moment. let her eyes flutter shut. and take a deep breath. ]

I think -- [ she stammers. ] Yes. It's frightfully easy once you know how.

[ Ginny immediately looks sheepish, apologetic. ]

Sorry. I know I need a bath.

...Are you injured?

Don't think so. Not too much.

[ Adrenaline. She glances off for a second, like she's checking her surroundings, then looks back. ]

You're okay, right? It's a bit of a mess out here.

Fortunately, I find myself inside. For the most part. It's remarkably safe, if a little under-supplied.

I'm sure we'll get that all sorted once the worms are under control. D'you need anything, though? Maybe we could get out and grab a few things.

Oh -- n-no. I'm certain you're too busy to bother.

[ girl you look a little preoccupied. ]

[ She had to ask, ok. ]

Doesn't do much good, protecting people, if they're cut off from things while we do it.

I'm not a stranger to rationing -- sorry, what is your name? I would know what to call you.

[ That first bit grabs her attention though she doesn't outright comment on it. While the Weasleys never had to ration, there has always been the feeling of having to make do; they never wanted in terms of food, but in most everything else... Well, a conversation for another time (or never, thanks very much).

So she smiles instead, a little abashed. ]

Ginny Weasley. Bit rude of me not to say so right away.

Ginny. Thank you. [ a heartbeat's pause. ] I'm Alayne Stone.

Alayne's a really lovely name.

Thank you. [ she lies like silk; like snow-flakes falling. ] It belonged to my father's mother. Is your name a family name?

Mine? Oh, Merlin, no. Middle name, though—it's Molly, after my Mum.

[ wait wait wait hold the presses. ]

You have another name? One between your first and your family's?

Yeah. Ginevra Molly Weasley. Bit of a mouthful, isn't it?

A bit of one, yes. But I suppose it's comforting -- to have a bit of your mother you can carry around with you in your name.

[ That elicits a smile from her, despite everything happening around them. ]

I've never thought of it like that.

We carry so much from our fathers. Or -- most do. [ she has to remember her name: alayne stone. and a stone takes nothing from her father, certainly not his family name. ] But our mothers are just as important.

[ and petyr seems to treasure her so for the ghostly bits of catelyn stark living on in sansa. her eyes; her cheeks; her hair. only the latter has been dyed over dark chestnut. ]

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.

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