driftfleet | 001 ✥ And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones

Who: Meera Reed and anyone who wants to welcome her!
Broadcast: video: post Shuffle
Action: SS Marsiva; SS Paisley
When: When she arrives and post Shuffle

( ss marsiva )

[Her arrival isn't any sort of loud, abrasive entrance. It takes a moment for her eyes to simply open, the glaring artificial light not something she is used to. The whole ordeal is utterly foreign. From the time she wakes, the rest of her experience is just as jarring. There's a slight nervousness to her. Her questions go unanswered as she tries to ask what became of her brother and Bran. They clearly aren't on this-- ship, something she discovered rather quickly.

The days she's aboard, she paces most of the time. The pictures on the wall, she watches the whole loop. Meera is looking for something, anything. Though despite the anxiousness, there is an easiness to her. She paces, but she is calm enough as she does it. There's little she can do. Especially without her spear. Not that she couldn't try to rig something up-- there's enough in the Hospitality Deck, she assesses her first day.

But there seems to be no threat. There seems to be nothing. Nothing but the vast windows that look out to even more nothing. She stands quietly at it, thinking of home, her brother, and her life back in Westeros. It feels strange to simply be here. There should be more, something. But all she has for the time being is her thoughts and this space.]

( ss paisley )

[The fanfare is unexpected, small bits of confetti still in her hair after she's beamed aboard her new home. Engineering, they said. A word far removed from her old world. But then none of this is even remotely close to the medieval, fantasy world that was Westeros. In truth she already missed the feel of the earth beneath her feet, the fresh air-- though even that has been an experience she has not had in some time.

She isn't sure who she would come across on the new ship, but one thing is sure-- she needs to see if there is a possibility that there is anyone here she may know. It seems anything could be possible here, but if Bran and Jojen were safe, it would relieve some of the apparent tension in her neck, the tightness she holds.]

Hello? [The brunette calls onto the deck, leaning in to look around.]

( video )

[This is still an adjustment. The very existence of this place odd. Meera is not one to judge the unlikelihood of something. There is no arguing against the existence of something glaring her in the face. Meera is all too accustomed to that.

And because of this, she sits poised in front of the device-- it's playing a video, something she is only aware of because of the knowledge given to her. None of this makes sense, but there's parts of it she can identify. Her faith in that keeps her unnerved.]

My name is Meera, and I am in search of three boys. They were traveling companions of mine. I do not know the likelihood of them being here, but I need to know if they are here. [It's not only family, but duty. Her tone is level, a corner of her lip tilted into a half smile.]

Two are younger than I. One, thin and blond. He is not always well. [To put it lightly.] Another is young boy, dark hair. He may be accompanied by a third, older though. He says little save his own name.

[It is not much to go on, but she daren't put them in harm's way. Meera doesn't know what the name 'Stark' may mean. It is vague at best, but she remains hopeful, unsure what they would do without her.]

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[ it is, of course, the question she dreads. it is no more difficult to lie to a bannerman than it is to anyone else, but she does feel especially guilty for considering it. all in all, she hasn't revealed too much to jojen -- nor, really, to bran himself.

with utter caution: ] As well as can be expected, Lady Meera. My brothers are here and there is now yet another bannerman in our Fleet's numbers. I consider myself fortunate. [ ... ] May I ask...upon which vessel have they placed you?

Is it wise to presume you are safe here? [The longer she is here, the more she is realizing that it matters little where the various passengers have come from and even less what their names are. But still she must ask. Sansa looks well enough, and she will take that answer.]

Brothers? [As in more than Bran?] Is King Robb here as well? And Rickon? And Jon Snow? [She seems particularly thrilled at the thought that more of Bran's relatives would be here. And not knowing exactly what had happened at the Twins, she still uses the appropriate title.]

I am on the SS Paisley. With Lord Greyjoy. [Yeah, that was a surprise.] And you?

I am aboard the Blue Fish, with Bran. And with Robb, as well, yes. [ ... ] Jon is elsewhere, and Rickon has never arrived. [ her voice is even as she tries not to allow any emotion to seep into it: ] Arya was here.

[ there are others, too, but she doesn't care to reveal her allies now. nor her enemies. even theon is a subject she tries to avoid. ]

I am glad he's with family. [He is probably in better spirits with his older brother and Sansa.

The news of Arya is jarring though. It isn't something that she's heard, yet.] My apologies, but she has gone back home?

One presumes, although we cannot be certain. [ ... ] There is little certain about the Fleet, my lady. And so it comes as some relief to see those fond of my family arrive. The Reeds, at least, can be depended upon.

My brother and I, we swore it upon ice and fire. Should you need anything from me, all you need is to ask. This place has not changed that. [And she means it as well. She is as ever loyal to the Starks.]

I know Jojen has probably offered the same.

He has, my lady. As I said -- the presence of even one Reed has been a source of comfort. He has been most courteous. Bran must have been lucky indeed to travel with him. [ oh wait, time to be nice: ] With you, too, doubtless.

[Her smile grows wider. It is not often people speak so highly of her brother. He is often not taken to so easily.]

Your words are kind. It does me well to know he has found another friend in a Stark. He could use more gentle friends. He does not smile near enough. But mayhaps with you he will.

-- How sisterly of you to worry about him. I feel much the same about my own brothers when they are too severe, and too unhappy. [ she could go into detail, but she doesn't. ] My lady, I would ask that you visit the Blue Fish when the opportunity presents itself. Attend to your brother, first, but I should like to have you over for tea. If I may.

Someone must. [A gentile smile.]

I would greatly like that. Mayhaps within the week? If it is not too soon.

Lord Jojen could escort you, if you like -- [ she makes the suggestion out of pure and simple politeness. by the brother's stories, she can only imagine meera must resent the idea of a chaperone. and yet she cannot imagine neglecting the offer. they are ladies, both of them. decorum must be considered, and she will not ask meera to travel alone to the blue fish. ]

If you wish it, I am sure he would, but it isn't necessary. [If anything Meera is his escort. As much as they are a part of Westorosi culture, they are also seen as backwards. Not every girl learns to fight with a three-pronged spear. Most ladies take to pretty dresses, while Meera is in a fur cloak and trousers.

But if Lady Sansa should want it, Meera would not deny her that. It is a simple request. Though she imagines the last thing Jojen would want is to come to tea with two ladies.]

Isn't it? [ she's curious. sansa has only of late taken to travelling alone in the shuttles. she maintains her composure as she interrogates meera in the very gentlest way possible. ] Aren't you at all uncertain about taking a shuttle without an escort?

[She smiles kindly. It isn't a surprise at all that Sansa would think that. She is ever a lady. Meera shakes her head no though.]

I would learn what I can-- this place, it gave me knowledge I hadn't had. I would need to learn, but I am sure I could ask my captain here. He has been most gracious since my arrival. [Plus Meera really hasn't needed anyone.]

In the Neck one needs to know how to navigate. Greywater is ever moving and changing. I would imagine it's much like a crannog, and it doesn't scare me.

[ brave, indeed. sansa's stomach twists at the idea of such boldness at the outset. she'd barely spoken to anyone while she'd still been new. ]

I should like to hear more stories of the Neck, I think, when we meet.

[It gives her joy to talk about her homeland, even if much of Westeros may look down on the Neck.]

I will tell you all you wish to know. Soon, I promise.

And in time, I can make many fine introductions for you. There are good people, here, Lady Meera. Kinder than you could ever imagine.

I have met many, and I shall look forward to more. [Any friend of the Starks is a friend to her.]

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