Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Partially Accidental) | Action for those in Troichean Beinn

[teenyoda]

[The image comes on of a room, an unfamiliar room to all but a small handful in Troichean Beinn. The picture rises and falls rapidly, a panting sound coming before there's a sharp cry and the visual changes to the wall as the body wearing the locket rises.

Sorry, folks, but it seems like Stiles turned the locket on while he was having his nightmare or vision or whatever the hell it was, reaching for something to help him get out of it and flicking on the video. Oops? He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so confused.]

Scott? Malia...?

[He blinks, eying the stone walls in front of him and groaning as it all comes back in a rush. Drabwurld. Fairies. Crap.

It's a moment after that that he realizes the locket's on and he looks tired as he turns it to peer into it, seeing it unlocked to both courts. Great.]

Um... I guess I left? But I'm back now. Though... I'm not at Caer Glaem. Am I still at Troichean Beinn? Gendry? Jon? Sansa? I thought I would have shown up back at court, but hey, look, they don't entirely suck.

[Nope. Someone didn't know they'd been sleeping. He thought he'd left and gone for months and came back. Who wants to break the news? Shut up, Peter.]

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[teenyoda]

Yeah, well, a lot of things ought not to, but life doesn't really care about wants in the long run.

[If it had, his mom would still be alive. So would Allison and Erica and Boyd and... yeah. Life sucked.]

I'd rather not get punched in the face either, but the bad guys are bad guys for a reason. They like being punchy. But hey, I'm all fine now. See? Not even a bruise.

[steeledskin]

Who did it?

[ she doesn't mean to ask. she shouldn't ask. she knows she should hold more discretion. but she wants to know who dared it. ]

[teenyoda]

Doesn't matter. It wasn't the first time and for some reason, I doubt it'll be the last.

[Hey, at least he hadn't gotten shot in the face. That was a plus, right?]

[steeledskin]

[ she feels it matters. it matters so much. but she doesn't raise a fuss; she is not here to raise fusses. instead, she folds her hands on her lap. and nods. ]

I would see that were not the case. [ can she offer him protection as keeper of cothromach? she isn't sure. ]

[teenyoda]

So would I. I didn't exactly have a magic staff back home, so I guess I was a bit more... susceptible to face punches.

[And other things. Sansa, don't worry about him so much. He'd already died once. The worst was behind him. Probably. Maybe?]

[steeledskin]

Perhaps you ought to have Ser Gendry make one of his helmets for you.

[teenyoda]

[Well, she'll get a smile for that.]

Don't think it would help in dream-home land or whatever that was. I didn't have my staff, so I don't think a helmet would go with me either.

[steeledskin]

But what about for these lands? Surely, he could be prevailed upon--

His work is fine.

[teenyoda]

I'm sure it is, Sansa. I just... really hope not to need it?

[steeledskin]

And yet perhaps you should have it -- for any eventuality. [ her concern roils and mounts and grows. ]

[teenyoda]

Preventative measures, huh?

[Yeah, Sansa seemed like a planner.]

[steeledskin]

These lands are at war.

[ even if stiles himself is not. ]

[teenyoda]

[He wanted to say that so were his lands, but it wasn't the same thing. The war at home didn't kick in his door and come into his life. Okay, wait, the werewolf stuff did, but not the actual war war that his entire world was involved in.]

That's why I have my magic stick.

[steeledskin]

[ magic! it's fun, certainly. but she still does not like to think of it in a fight.

she doesn't like to think of fights at all. ] If you've gone home and lived more and -- can you still do it, Stiles? Your magic?

[ did it go away like your beard? :c ]

[teenyoda]

Um... I think so?

[Let's find out. Time to go grab his staff, prop it up, aim it at Sansa (indirectly) and say a word.

There. Snow. Hah! Actually, it was way better than the last time he'd gotten it to work and had been a lot easier to start. Big fluffy flakes were sprouting out the top of the staff to float down on Sansa. He grinned.]

I think that means yes.

[steeledskin]

[ maybe the snow ought to have cheered her. and maybe it does! but her spirits remain so dampened that she does not smile. instead, her eyes turn upwards -- widened and blue and unblinking even in the face of fat snowflakes. sansa raises her hand and catches one on her wrist. ]

You've done it-- [ her voice is soft and reverent. stiles has as good as fulfilled a promise. ]

[teenyoda]

Told you I would.

[He's smiling as the snow keeps falling -- and staying. This isn't the same kind of magic snow that her tree had. This stuff would take the usual time to melt, and it would leave its mark behind when it did.]

I don't know why snow was the hardest. You'd think some of the others would be, but no... it was snow that tripped me up.

[steeledskin]

I think I would be disappointed if it was easy. Snow oughtn't be simple.

[ there should be something reverent and important about. complex and mysterious. sansa gathers a shallow handful and brings it up to her face so she could sniff the cold frosty smell.

it reminds her of home. ]

[teenyoda]

Well, now when it gets to be Christmas-time or whatever they have for it around here, I can at least make it authentic.

[Aww, she liked it. He liked that she liked it.]

[steeledskin]

-- Has Jon ever told you the Stark words, Stiles?

[ sansa hadn't been able to. she'd been alayne. that chance had not come to light. but she watches him now over the tips of her fingers -- her chin resting happily in melting snow. ]

[teenyoda]

Um... I don't know? I don't think so. You guys have words? Special Stark words?

[steeledskin]

Winter is coming. The very words of our House.

[ a warning. a boast. a mantra. ]

[teenyoda]

Yeah... it kind of does every year.

[He didn't get it, Sansa.]

[steeledskin]

Not home -- [ she chides and reminds him. ] The long Summer was near ten years before the snows returned. People forget, I imagine. They stop remembering the cold.

[teenyoda]

Right. Wow, that's... Your whole planting thing must be so messed up. Like, how do you harvest for a winter that lasts for like... years?