[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

[royalguard_style]

[Dammit Alayne, he's trying to troll you.]

Well, at least pretty much everyone here could easily do it. In the meantime, try not to worry too much. You're moping around about stuff that isn't there. There's enough to worry about on this hellhole without wondering about demons that aren't here.

[Nope, he's still going to be an asshole.]

[stonebird]

Perhaps you could inform me on what I should be worrying about? (Aside from needing more clothes - and undergarments. Food and water are necessities too.) Am I to accept that I am trapped here?

[royalguard_style]

Let's see, the locals hate us, at any time your biggest problem could appear out of nowhere, half the foreigners are some kind of crazy, and somehow, some way, all of your dirty laundry's going to get aired in a matter of months.

So stop worrying.

[stonebird]

And I have no control over those possibilities, correct? What good would it do me to worry about them?

(There is an edge of testiness to her voice, but it quickly diminishes.)

Precisely.