eachdraidh | ( 004 ) mourning // voice // both courts.

( the voice on the other end of the locket is that of clary fray, who has been traveling. she's out of caer scima, has spent most of her time with gale hawthorne, and discovered today that in no act of coincidence has he disappeared. they always talked about what might happen if he did. clary fully intends to start research, immediately, on how she can leave from this place and follow him to Panem like she promised she would. in the meantime, however, she is grieving the loss of someone who has become so very important to her. her tone is thick with emotion and every so often, she tries ( with little success ) to stifle a sniffle. it's clear she's been crying, but she figures she ought to let people know. in case he has friends that aren't with him who would want to, who would miss him later. )

Gale Hawthorne isn't here anymore. In the Drabwurld. At all. His things are here - but he's gone. That's -- that's how I knew he wasn't just out doing something. His jacket, all of his weapons -- everything. It's all here. Everything but him - it's empty... It's --

( she breaks off and it sounds as if she's trying to muffle herself and the locket at the same time. she swallows down the pain as fast as she can, because she doesn't want to appear weak or vulnerable to anyone who might be listening to this. but it hurts to say it out loud. it hurts to confirm it publicly. gale is gone. )

I'm sorry.

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[That's a lot of stuff to bring along. He's surprised by how is described.]

What do you mean to do with all of them?

I don't know. I guess I could pack them up like he does and carry them with me, but I don't know how to use most of it. So it wouldn't be getting any use, and - ( she looks really... really sad, all of the sudden. like she's struck with grief all over again. ) That would make him angrier than if I kept it all in the hopes that he'd come back.

Seems you ought to sell them. Some merchant ought to give you a bit of coin for them.

[It's not very sentimental, but Gendry never existed in a world where you could afford to be sentimental with possessions when it was a choice between a memento and a meal to eat.]

I don't want anyone's money. ( she shakes her head. ) Gale wouldn't want that, either. ( not with his background. ) I'll give them to someone who needs them. I do fine without. ( after all, when you have runes that keep you from being hungry or tired... not that it doesn't catch up to her, but she knows enough now that she can sustain herself. feed herself. she doesn't really need money.

but god does she miss coffee. )

Who? If you don't mind saying. [He asked because he half suspected she might intend to just give them to him for lack of anyone better. It was not that Gendry would not welcome them, but he wasn't sure what he could do with them. He had no skill with a bow and the only weapons he truly felt comfortable with were those he forged by his own hand.]

I don't know yet. So far, the people I've gotten close to have all disappeared. ( she shrugs lightly. peeta's gone. gale's gone. peter's gone. she doesn't really know anyone else besides the couple of people she's talked to a time or two, nobody else close. there's the other girl gale knew, and now gendry, but... ) I'm open to suggestions.

I'll have lodgings here for some time yet. They might not be much use to me, but I can keep 'em. Least 'til you find some proper owner for them. Better than carrying them all the way back to Caer Glaem.

Oh, I'm sure I could find a way to carry them. It won't take me as long to get back as it did to get here, if the plan I've got works. It might not. I might be stuck here awhile longer. But I'll give you a few. Can you put them to good use?

Give me the ones with a fine edge and I'll see they're at least kept well.

[A use? Well, he wasn't certain yet. But any weapon or tool was going to stay in excellent condition in his care.]

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Where should I meet you? ( at least he can do something with them. )

Up in the Market Ring, at Bordan Gret's shop. That should be easy enough to find.

[After all, that dwarf was something of a celerity in the city and so his shop among the more prominent.]

Yeah, I know where that's at. ( yep ) Have a time frame?

Evening. Or what passes for evening here. [There were clocks that the dwarves kept time with, but Gendry hadn't fully learned to use them yet.]

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