one.

[kindlymeant]

Who: Sansa Stark aaaand open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva and the First Breath
When: Action for 24th and 26th, Broadcast on the 24th

( action; the marsiva )

[ after walking the ship with Anduin, she's come to have a better sense of the place - or it feels better, anyway, more practical, more reliable. although she had woken with some notion of where to go, it is experience that begets familiarity. so she's telling herself, anyway. it is hard to believe that steel walls will ever cease to be strange, that this will ever not feel as thought they all walk in the empty suit of some giant knight.

that would be a story, surely, but Alayne has to concern herself less with stories and more with what she has to hand; these steel walls and a realm of new faces, new minds.

and no direwolf, for that matter. being without Lady hurts less than it did when it first happened (blood on her father's blade, weight on his shoulders, something bitter and vicious painted on her sister's face) and yet she feels the absence of her wolf all the more acutely, like there is a hole where she ought to walk beside her. more than once in her wandering, Alayne finds her hands flexing for fur that is not there to grip.

she walks on anyway, mostly for the sake of busying restless feet. courtesy is a lady's armour, but knowledge might have become her mail. and she is curious, besides - suspicion that this is another fae trick lingers in the back of her mind, but the more she walks the more she believes Demeleier could be fit inside this place ten times. the assurance is not necessarily comforting; it begs the question what became of everyone else she'd been trapped with.

at least for some of them, she hopes she's the only one taken.

that's not particularly comforting either, but Alayne is quite used to that. ]

( action; ss first breath )

[ by the time that she is placed upon the first breath, Alayne is hardly more used to her surroundings but at least better at acting like it, and that's what strikes her as important. communications was the part they gave her and while she questions her abilities, her suitability, her worthiness, she is intent on playing her part. (she still feels out of place and silly in her new clothes, and with no needle to mark them as her own, but she holds her head up high so that none will notice.)

the first breath is a name of promise, perhaps, but she won't place much stock in such a thing. names have their own power but she's come to know better herself.

she spends her first day, for the most part and after learning the layout of the ship, where she's supposed to be - with the array of comms devices that she shouldn't know and yet does. but every so often she might peek in elsewhere, and despite her efforts there's still a clear kind of wonder written into her features. ]

( video )

I wonder, is there someone I ought to thank for bringing me here?

[ her smile is measured, unassuming, but the airiness in her tone suggests her gratitude is a careful, waiting thing. she does not yet know if this is safe - safer, anyway, would be a blessing of some sort. her suit sits primly on her shoulders, red hair half-braided neatly down her back.

(she had wondered about asking for dye, but there seems no means for requesting, and her red served her well enough in Demeleier. and so far, thankfully, she has heard nothing that speaks of, in whispers or otherwise, of Westeros.

it will do.) ]

My pardons. I understand there must be work to be done. But I am newly arrived, and seek only to better know those that I travel with.

[ she inclines her head politely. ]

My name is Alayne, and this place is like nothing I have seen before - but perhaps some are more familiar. Or, perhaps, you have known this already - being moved to somewhere new, that is. Whether by a means such as this, or something more mundane.

[ her gaze flits away, expression warmed by idle chatter. ]

I thank you, for your time.

Comments

[coppermarigolds]

That is something, I agree. Most people I've met here are... tolerable.

[Or at least of minimal concern just now.]

[kindlymeant]

[ 'tolerable' might not say much in their favour, but Alayne is reassured. this woman sounds as though she has strict considerations for such things. ]

I am glad to hear it. It is a comfort, my lady.

[coppermarigolds]

There's no need for that sort of formality, really. 'Aveline' is fine.

[kindlymeant]

Aveline. Forgive me, I always find it best to err on the side of caution.

[ a light tone, as though to say ah, nobles. ]

[coppermarigolds]

[Oh, nobles. Them. Don't get her started.]

Not unwise.