driftfleet | 003; video

Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide, video
Action: S.S. Paisley
When: Thursday morning

[ A dark haired boy, no older than nine or ten, sits somewhere on the bridge of the Paisley. He's managed to figure out the device relatively quickly, and he sits staring at it apprehensively, head cupped in his hand.

Although he does his best to keep an even and stony expression, he can't hide the fact that he looks absolutely miserable, as if everything he ever knew and loved has just been taken from him. Which, in fact, it has. This boy wears a black cloak, emblazoned with golden krakens. If that isn't enough of a clue that this is a young Theon Greyjoy, nothing is. Clearly, someone's augment has malfunctioned.

In an uncertain voice, he finally asks: ]

Is this Winterfell?

[ On top of being unhappy, he seems incredibly suspicious of his surroundings. Everything is so strange and unlike anything he's ever seen, but all he's ever known is the Iron Islands. For all he knows, Winterfell is this strange place where they use these strange devices rather than ravens to deliver messages. On the other hand, Lord Stark frightens him, and Theon wouldn't put it past him to leave him somewhere strange and even farther away from home than he anticipated. ]

I don't remember arriving. [ His eyebrows knit together, his face scrunching up in frustration, but he tries very hard to put some semblance of forcefulness into his nervous voice. ] Where is Lord Stark?

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[ Theon's childhood wasn't an extremely happy one, particularly not this point of it.

He gives Sokka a searching look, but says little. For a child, he's choosing his words exceptionally carefully and questioning very little. He's already run into one wolf, Sansa, and he doesn't wish to anger any of them when his head is literally on the line. ]

I'm far from it. [ And even further from home, he reminds himself. ] I don't...want to get father in trouble.

[This is so far removed from the Theon he's used to. All barbs and snark. It's more than a little worrying to see. Sokka makes his own tone gentle in response.]

It's okay, you won't be. It'd be like time stopped, back home. You don't have to worry about anyone.

[ Finally, a very Theon expression does pass across his face, a look that reads something along the lines of "that sounds incredibly stupid and I don't believe you", but he doesn't voice it. Instead, he shrugs and focuses very hard on the hem of his cloak. ]

Winterfell isn't my home.

...I know. You're from the Iron Islands, right?

[See, Theon, he pays attention. ]

[ He nods, glancing at the device with a hint of surprise. He hasn't yet gotten into the habit of boasting about his House and lordship at every possible opportunity just to remind people that he isn't some ordinary prisoner. ]

Do you know the Starks?

I do, they're aboard my ship. Uh, some of them, anyway.

...Do you want to see them?

[He's not quite sure how that would go. At what point the disdain for them really started to set in. ]

You don't have to if you don't want to.

[ No, he almost says. I don't, but he's more careful than that. He doesn't trust that he won't be punished if he says no, even if Sokka insists otherwise. ]

Yes.

[ But his uncertainty seeps into his voice. He clearly isn't thrilled by the idea. ]

Okay. Listen, you stay where you are, and I'll come get you in a shuttle. They're on my ship, so you can see them here, okay? And you can stay as long as you want.

Alright.

[ Again, he sounds uncertain, but he doesn't object. But he does have a question-- ]

What is a shuttle?

[Welp. This is going to be trickier. ]

Like a horse. Made of metal. That goes through space.

[ That sounds absolutely horrifying, but he doesn't say anything. He's supposed to be braver than he is, after all. Instead, he just nods. He's resigned himself to all of this. ]

Okay, I'll be there soon. Sit tight.

[And soon enough, A shuttle docks in the Paisley, and Sokka comes around, glancing around, before finally locating Theon. Offering him a smile and a wave. This is so weird. ]

Hey. I'm here.

[ Theon glances up at him briefly to be assured that yes, this is the same person he was just speaking to. Almost immediately, his eyes are downcast again. ]

Hello.

[ Hesitating, as always. ]

I'm allowed to leave?

[This is so strange to see, to see this quiet, reserved version of Theon. It's pretty unnerving. He offers a small smile. ]

Of course you are. Come on, I'll take you to the Starks, okay?

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