Twenty-Fifth House of Westeros ♛ Dictated

[songsandstories]

Age is a thing to ponder, of what lies waiting for us back home. [She thinks of the Vale, and what is to become of Alayne Stone. Sansa Stark must be dead, she tells herself.]

Does the castle truly know what is to be if some did not age while others did? [Was it an omen?] I know little of magic, as its use has long since died where I am from. Perhaps this is but another trick. None can foretell the future.

I should have liked to grown old, though I have not an idea of what my father's wishes. [She is simply relieved to be away and free of Lannisters, let alone planning for what is to come. No doubt Petyr has something planned. She briefly thinks of Winterfell, the promise he once made.]

I have safety while Westeros is still torn. The castle would like me to believe that isn't so, I presume.

Comments

[fanstheflame]

I try to be, but that's more for my friends to judge, not me.

[songsandstories]

Mayhaps. But it means a lot that you offer it still.

[fanstheflame]

Don't mention it. I.... If I didn't have my friends here, I don't know what kind of person I'd be. [that's only half a lie. the Wrath virus had given him a shadow of a glimpse at that answer, and that, combined with Katniss' unwillingness to share his future, was more than enough to tell him he should he grateful for the people he knew]

[songsandstories]

Your friends are just as noble as you then.