Twenty-Second House of Westeros ♛ Action ♛ War of the Five Kings

[songsandstories]

I've thought oft on it, being here in this castle-- [And how much she misliked being a captive.]

But how many people come from places where they've just outlived a war? I mean not a rebellion or an uprising, but something that's truly torn the land and the people.

[She pauses, her voice low.] Even for the right reasons.

I doubt not the effectiveness of it, but I am neither a soldier nor a knight. I know little of weaponry save the armor of a lady, what's been taught to me.

[It's been the hardest thing about picking up a bow. Weapons were something her brothers had, Arya can have her sword. But even here, what use are words when the Castle can so easily corrupt all you have? Family still means something to her, even if she doesn't publicly bare the name Stark.]

How do you recover what you can never have again? What is home when all that's left are ghosts?

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dictated;

[ensorceler]

These are sorrowful words from one so young, words that would sooner spurn me to act. Yet I know not what to say or do that might bring you peace. Is it so desolate, that you cannot see it as a change, rather than abandonment?

dictated; if only they were in person!

[songsandstories]

Your words are kind, my lady. But there is naught to do here, and I have held these thoughts for as long as I have been here.

[Perhaps it is solace she is looking for, but none can be found while Alayne exists. There is too much at odds within her. Thoughts and memories of a girl now missing in the realm.]

dictated; so she can flip out?! yes this should happen

[ensorceler]

And how long is that, gentle child?

dictated; um, yep!

[songsandstories]

Eight months here. Though I am a woman grown, my lady. [Even with the guise, Alayne is a year older than Sansa claims to be.]

surprise, you get an elf instead of mom this time

[inafadingcrown]

[This...hits something very old and very powerful within her. Something she tries very hard to keep buried.]

Home, then, must be what you build from the ashes.

yay, an elf!

[songsandstories]

[Not that it is easy.]

One would have to reclaim their home then.

[inafadingcrown]

Or else begin anew, yes.

[There are no easy answers to something like that.]

[songsandstories]

I have. I have no allies save one.

( oh, if she knew she was Arya's sister.. >[ )

[savors]

[ Oh, it's you again. She takes a bit of time to mull it over but eventually decides to answer her. Rather than speak, her words are replaced with an elegant text. ]

I have outlived wars, but I was not a participant. There will always be causalities in war and not all of them bare physical scars.

Sometimes, what you have lost cannot be recovered. I am sorry.

oops. haha.

[songsandstories]

You needn't apologize to me. [Not when she's no longer in Winterfell herself.]

[savors]

I could not give you an answer. Maybe.. [ Tap, tap. She wants to give her an answer but, without knowing what was lost, she's grasping at straws. Finally, she writes: ]

The most I can say is that, even if something has been lost, you had it once. Even if you are unable to hold it now the heart never forgets.

Does that help?

[songsandstories]

Perhaps. Though I know not what it changes. [She has nothing but Lord Baelish and no way of claiming Winterfell.]

[assassino]

War is constant in Italia. I do not think I have known a time where there was not some measure of war between the states... and the war is on all sides. It is pervasive.

But I would not talk of such things over the journal. Shall I take you riding again?

Sansa

[wolfchild]

Do not go.

Arya

[songsandstories]

Why should I not?

Sansa

[wolfchild]

Because it's unseemly and I'll tell Mother.

[songsandstories]

We have talled of war before, and your Italia.

[assassino]

We have.

But will you ride with me so we can speak again?

[songsandstories]

You wish to ride again?

[Dictated]

[clockworkchild]

There was a war...it was a few years before I was born... but most of the people older than I am are survivors or have lost part of their families.

[Dictated]

[songsandstories]

[He sounds around Robert's age. It stills her for a moment, and she thinks of other young boys, dead young boys.]

It seems war does that of many.

Re: [Dictated]

[clockworkchild]

[There's a hesitation before Hugo asks in a quiet voice]

Is there war where you are from?

[fanstheflame]

.... I hadn't outlived it yet. I was kind of right in the middle. But I know what you mean, anyway, I think...

[songsandstories]

How does it fare? This war of yours?

[fanstheflame]

To be perfectly honest ... it had just started.