Eighth House of Westeros ♛ Written

[songsandstories]

[She's back to venturing out again. Careful still. Tyrion's absence may just be a trick of the Castle, and it isn't like Alayne is one to trust it in the first place. Still it is nice out (despite Sansa still longing for the cold and the snow she was just beginning to feel at the Vale), and so sitting out under a tree, neat and curled writing appears in the journal.]

How many would call this place home? I have heard there are people who have been trapped for years, and even more who have gone outside of lands. It seems curious more do not venture out.

I also write to ask for information on the town -- specifically finding dwellings. I understand there is need for currency, but Robb Stark was originally offering his aid with locating some living space. [She still doesn't feel safe in the Castle.]

My thanks for all information given.

Comments

Dictated;

[save_the_souls]

[a pause as he thinks how to word this]

I've been here a long time, but I still don't call it home. Home will always be Earth to me. It's where I'm from and that's...the place I still yearn to return to one day.

Though at the same time, I still have a life here that I never had on Earth. So it's...complicated, I suppose.

Dictated;

[songsandstories]

You would return then?

Dictated;

[save_the_souls]

Yes.

I have promises I need to fulfill.

Dictated;

[songsandstories]

That is honorable.

Dictated;

[save_the_souls]

Honourable?

Ah...I don't really think it is.

dictated;

[celestial_wizard]

I've only been here for a few days, but calling this place home would be a stretch. I don't think it could ever be home.

[ Even if her best friend was here with her. ]

dictated;

[songsandstories]

I've been here a few weeks. But surely those have come before seem to think of it as home.

dictated;

[celestial_wizard]

They say 'Home is where your heart is' - that it's not really a place. Not even necessarily where you're born. Maybe where they were from originally wasn't that great a place - or they found something about this one to love.

[ Or they gave up hoping they would find a way home. ]

dictated;

[songsandstories]

Or they gave up. [She isn't afraid to say it.]

dictated;

[celestial_wizard]

Or they gave up.

[ She echoes it a bit quieter, morose. ]

But this place... it steals from people. It stole my best friend's cherished momento - the memory of my parents faces. I can't ever forgive that. I can never call this place home.

Besides that - we haven't, and won't, give up on hoping to find a way home.

dictated;

[songsandstories]

It's taken a lot of things from us. [That was true, but could this place be... something. That was what she was trying to decide.]

Do you have something to return home to?

[heloise]

I would like to.

[songsandstories]

Call this place home?

[heloise]

You would not wish to?

[songsandstories]

I am not sure. Home, returning back home-- I think of it differently now.

[heloise]

Home is where your loved ones are.

[songsandstories]

Do you have family here?

;written

[fluthlu]

Many find a more stable home in Paradisa than in the world they were taken from. It isn't merely a matter of years spent here, but of what they do or do not have to return to.

;written

[songsandstories]

I have come to that conclusion myself.

[fluthlu]

Then you're ahead of many who live here, with the opinion that escape is the only existing option.

[loisfuckinglane]

That's not an easy question. They say home is where your heart is, and a lot of mine's here, but...

[songsandstories]

But?

[loisfuckinglane]

But I told myself when I arrived that I'd never start thinking of this place as home. That doing that was letting this place win.

[songsandstories]

And you are fighting against it.

[loisfuckinglane]

No matter what else it is, this thing took us from our homes, and treats us like its play things.

Damn straight I'm fighting against it.