Fourth House of Westeros ♛ Written

[songsandstories]

I have learned a lot of this place. The people who have come before and the lands that have yet to be discovered. I have learned of the magic and of the First Generation. What is to come if we bide our time here too long.

Have there been many people to leave the castle? If the dangers be as they claim.

Have any of us gone into the Dead Zone or beyond for good?

[She's writing this just outside the castle itself. It makes her uneasy, but she knows the Starks are there. She couldn't leave Arya or Robb for all the gold the Lannister's held. This was just more of a musing.]

ooc: feel free to interrupt her outside.

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dictated

[secondchances]

Is this someone contemplating a prolonged vacation, or...?

dictated

[songsandstories]

Just trying to understand that place.

[secondchances]

Lois' report is probably as close as you'll come to it. Currently, anyway.

[songsandstories]

I have read it, but she said it was old. I was wondering if anyone had moved.

[secondchances]

We got an updated version a few pages back, but there's at least one guy that's up and left.

[songsandstories]

Interesting. So it is not common for people to leave, despite what may come?

[secondchances]

Nope. People do move into the city, though.

[ruin_mania]

It's widely accepted that the First Generation are those who were once in the castle, or a similar location, and left it permanently for the Dead Zone. As to the truth of that, well, they've been less than open about it all.

[songsandstories]

I know that. I meant if any of us have left.

[ruin_mania]

What do you mean by "us", then? They were all torn from their own worlds and brought here, the same as any of us.

[songsandstories]

But we are not the First Generation.

[ruin_mania]

It's an ill-defined label. I can think of at least half-a-dozen individuals I've known who had nameplates in the castle during my stay and then left for the Dead Zone, some of whom we've seen or spoken to again. Some had come from beyond the castle to begin with, and some had arrived here just as anyone else before departing. Does that answer your question?

[songsandstories]

So you do not think there is a difference between us and them?

dictated

[amiable]

[ Before she replies, she thinks of Nancy and Zeke. ]

Usually it's just First Gens. We don't know how many of them are there, though.

dictated

[songsandstories]

They all just left. How long have they been here?

dictated

[amiable]

Some of them have said they've been here for fifteen years. Some even longer. Like decades.

dictated

[songsandstories]

Decades? And none age?

dictated

[amiable]

Um, we don't know how many there are. [ It's sad, but true. ] But I know at least we don't age here. I've been here over two years and don't look nineteen.

[ She sighs. ]

It's not fair... I'm not any taller.

dictated

[songsandstories]

So I will forever look this age, too. And Robb as well. Though he cannot age back home.

[peacockherald]

<sub>[There are dangers outside the castle, Sansa. Many, in fact. Yfandes might be considered one - if you count mischief making as a danger.

Right now the mare is cantering past, held held high as she grips a bag between her teeth, blue eyes sparkling. Behind the white mare was running a man with dark hair with a silver streak, dressed in white and dark blue, seemingly to match his mare, a bit flushed from running.]</sub>

Yfandes! Yfandes, come back here! Really you fiend it is to hot for this!

[songsandstories]

[She gives the smallest of smiles at the sight. It was nice to see familiar attire and a man with a horse. Even if it was mischievous.]

[peacockherald]

<sub>[Yfandes let out a sound that might have passed for the horse version of laughter. She spun, hooves chiming, and spied Sansa. She shook her head and trotted over, dropping the bag in front of her and cocking her head expectantly.

Behind her, Vanyel was fast approaching, if panting a bit hard. It was hot, okay? And Yfandes had been leading him on a merry chase.]</sub>

Yfandes! Do not bother that girl! Really, for someone who professes to be a lady, this is most unlady-like behavior!

[songsandstories]

[Alayne bent to pick up the bag as the man neared.]

It is alright, my Lord. I was not doing anything important.

[peacockherald]

<sub>[Yfandes nudged the girl's hand, clearly wanting her to open it up and give her what was within.

Vanyel walked up, calmer, smoothing his well sewn tunic, his raven black hair tugged back in a neat tail, though his silver streak was left to hang down the right side of his face. Over his left breast was the emblazoned symbol of a Pegasus rampant.]</sub>

Ah, forgive her for her behavior. I can only blame the warm weather and our recent return from the posts. Such a mischievous lady you are.

_{[He shoved Yfandes gently, the mare rolling her eyes and snorting, nudging him back with her shoulder.]}

[songsandstories]

[She opens the bag slowly at the behest of the mare, smiling brightly at the man and horse.]

No trouble was had; there is no need for an apology.