[Console] (Video) ❅ The First

[stonebird]

(She waits until she is sitting primly in a chair, her back straight and her hair braided neatly over one shoulder. Appearance is everything - or so she has learned time and time again. No matter how uneasy she feels, she cannot show it. Alayne Stone won't break.)

I am new to the kingdom of Keeliai, but I have been well-informed. (A small smile - one which doesn't reach her eyes - follows before she continues:) My name is Alayne Stone and I am from a world called Westeros. Should my world sound familiar to anyone, I am eager to speak with you.

(Though perhaps not meet. The fact that is standing on her own hasn't escaped her. She no longer has Littlefinger's protection.

The next part is strange to word, so she decides to just say it.)

Is it true that we are on the back of a giant turtle? I find that hard to believe. Even the largest of turtles are not spacious enough to hold a world, surely?

(What happens when the turtle turns the wrong way?)

Are there other creatures of such a considerable size? I should like to avoid the predators.

(The turtle should avoid them too.)

There are items which I will eventually need. Where might I procure them? Is there a market and some sort of currency?

(Yes, she knows she needs to focus on the things she can control. Otherwise... Otherwise...

She will lose the hope she has been able to retain.)

Comments

[highprofilerichkid]

Sure, I'll let him know. And yeah, we've got a hotel room together. We're... dating, I guess.

[Wow, that feels weird to say. One, because it feels inadequate for describing whatever the hell they have with each other, and all the associated baggage. Two, because he's half-convinced that saying it out loud will instantly summon an apoplectic Howard from across the multiverse.]

I get what you mean about sitting around, though. Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy being boxed up in the hotel all day. [He's been applying himself to sigil studies and the occasional appliance repair with almost ferocious dedication, since it's literally all he has to do a lot of the time.]

[stonebird]

Dating...? (It's not a term she is familiar with, though she finds the answer for herself.) Do you mean you are courting...each other?

(A man would generally court a lady and she doesn't want to assume either of them are taking on a feminine role. Society didn't prepare her for this.)

I used to feel that way in...the Eyrie...when the snow was so thick we couldn't go outside.

(Not Winterfell. I wasn't there.)

[highprofilerichkid]

Kind of...? Close enough. ["Courting"? That's sure old-fashioned. Maybe his dad would be more okay with it if they said they were "courting." Ha ha. Ha. Not.]

Wow, how deep does the snow get there? We sometimes get a couple feet in New York, but the plows clear the roads pretty quickly. Then the whole city is just covered in ice and gross slush. [He makes a face. NYC has this reputation of being beautiful in the winter, but the reality is a lot more freezing wind tunnels between buildings and slipping and falling on your ass on the sidewalk and getting splashed with filthy slush by taxis than winter wonderland.] Central Park is awesome after it snows, though. And my friend Rhodey and I used to build epic snowforts in his back yard.