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[Cat needed a place to think and she needed it badly. These past few weeks have been harder on her heart than all the others in her time here combined. So many from her world and all at once. All with so much news. Everything has changed. And she just needed a place to deal with it all, away from any expectations of who she should be and how she should react.
The chapel was her first thought, but there was no chance that it would be empty. She would have to explain, to talk, to account for her presence there. So she started with a walk around the grounds. That’s how she found Alexstrasza’s tree.
It was comforting, somehow. Perhaps the Old Gods had taken pity on her. She keeps the Seven still, but here…she could almost understand how her husband had felt in the Godswood, why he had sought solace there. She kneels at the base of the tree and begins to speak, though it is not to any god that she directs her words]
I don’t know what to do, Ned. I don’t know how to do this without you. [She chokes back a sob, resting her head in her hands.] How do I help them?
[Unless she’s interrupted, she’ll just sit there for quite a while, finally allowing herself to weep openly, as much from sheer frustration as from sorrow.
By the time she returns to the castle, she will be composed again, the mask slipped firmly back into place, ready to face whatever this world may throw at her. And sometime later, she’ll compose a filter. Whatever she feels, there are things that must be done.]
[Friends, Allies, and Friendly Acquaintances]
I feel it only fair to warn you that the Stark name is no longer free of danger and urge you to be cautious in your use of it. Two enemies of my House have arrived here.
The first is Viserys Targaryen, son of the Mad King my husband helped depose. We have yet to meet, but, understandably, he bears no love for House Stark.
The second is Ser Jamie Lannister, the Kingslayer. When last I saw him, he was a prisoner in my son’s war camp. I have been told I released him, to be exchanged for my daughters… [That’s beside the point.] Regardless, he is not to be trusted. It is because of him that my Bran will never walk again and because of his family that all my children are fatherless. Our Houses are at war and any ally of mine may be seen as an enemy of his.
[ooc: takes place after this thread]
The chapel was her first thought, but there was no chance that it would be empty. She would have to explain, to talk, to account for her presence there. So she started with a walk around the grounds. That’s how she found Alexstrasza’s tree.
It was comforting, somehow. Perhaps the Old Gods had taken pity on her. She keeps the Seven still, but here…she could almost understand how her husband had felt in the Godswood, why he had sought solace there. She kneels at the base of the tree and begins to speak, though it is not to any god that she directs her words]
I don’t know what to do, Ned. I don’t know how to do this without you. [She chokes back a sob, resting her head in her hands.] How do I help them?
[Unless she’s interrupted, she’ll just sit there for quite a while, finally allowing herself to weep openly, as much from sheer frustration as from sorrow.
By the time she returns to the castle, she will be composed again, the mask slipped firmly back into place, ready to face whatever this world may throw at her. And sometime later, she’ll compose a filter. Whatever she feels, there are things that must be done.]
[Friends, Allies, and Friendly Acquaintances]
I feel it only fair to warn you that the Stark name is no longer free of danger and urge you to be cautious in your use of it. Two enemies of my House have arrived here.
The first is Viserys Targaryen, son of the Mad King my husband helped depose. We have yet to meet, but, understandably, he bears no love for House Stark.
The second is Ser Jamie Lannister, the Kingslayer. When last I saw him, he was a prisoner in my son’s war camp. I have been told I released him, to be exchanged for my daughters… [That’s beside the point.] Regardless, he is not to be trusted. It is because of him that my Bran will never walk again and because of his family that all my children are fatherless. Our Houses are at war and any ally of mine may be seen as an enemy of his.
[ooc: takes place after this thread]