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[Console] (Video) ❅ The First

(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.)

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(Her brow furrows and she focuses on him intently.)

Did I misspeak? The - (No, she's Alayne. Pressing her lips together, she switches subjects.) Have you taken a walk? It can clear the mind.

[He shrugs, looking a little surprised by her sudden focus. He hadn't really noticed his own reflexive wince at the word.]

I...haven't taken a walk today, actually. [He has only recently broken his 'aimless wandering' habit, but hey, it's letting him get better acquainted with Keeliai after the year spent asleep.] Would you like to join me?

I was considering taking one. (It will be nice to sleep without expecting company in her bed or hearing a singer doomed to death at all hours.) Shall I come to you?

Why don't I come to you? Since you're new in town and all. I can maybe help show you around.

[Being helpful is like super weird. But...it's kind of cool, too.]

Where are you?

The tour would be greatly appreciated. (She smiles a little.) I fear the Seamstress is growing weary of my company.

I'll meet you, give me a moment.

[And, true to his word, a few minutes later - and in far too short a time to have walked here from the Hotel - Gene arrives, smiling and waving when he sees Alayne.]

I shall wait for you.

(She blinks in surprise at his speed and gives him a little curtsy. There are far too many mysteries for her to unravel in this world.)

I did not expect for you to be so quick, ser. How did you manage such good time?

[~~Parkour.~~

He smiles and inclines his head.] I didn't want to keep a lady waiting.

[It's true, but maybe not exactly an answer.]

So what have you seen in Keeliai so far? Don't want to waste your time showing you something you already know about.

Kind of you and I am grateful. (She knows an evasion when she hears one, yet she's not in a position to press him further.) Lord... Tony showed me the Seamstress's shop and I'm afraid I forgot all else. The rest of Keeliai is unknown to me.

[Gene starts snickering.] 'Lord Tony'? Oh, please don't call him that to his face. That'll just inflate his ego, and I'll have to be the one dealing with it.

Anyway, it's no trouble at all. I have some errands to run myself.

I guess you haven't seen the main market then, huh? Or...well, one of the foreigners, Iroh, used to run a pretty nice tea shop, but it's changed hands recently. [Recently in his perspective, anyway.] If you like, we can stop in a kedan-run one.

I made the mistake of calling him Lord Stark and he corrected me. I am not accustomed to using first names. (Social problems - how important are they?) I would be happy to accompany you on said errands.

(She smiles at the offer.) That sounds like a nice end to a strange day.

[Gene nods.] You might have to get used to it. Most foreigners are from societies where we're pretty lax about our manner of address. Though I feel like some might like the flattery, others may not react so well.

Actually - where are my manners? I don't think I actually introduced myself in our earlier conversation. I'm Gene. Makes things a little less awkward if everyone knows who everyone is.

I think I embarrassed him. (She worries the inside of her lower lip.) I shall try to be less... (What is the right word? Polished? Polite? Noble?) I should hate it if people were uncomfortable around me.

(Her expression warms and she muffles a laugh behind her hand.)

Unless you propose we carry around signs with our names on them.

[He smirks a little.] I have to say, that might make things a little easier.

Don't worry too much about it, though. We all have our quirks. People will get used to it or they'll ask you to stop.

My world has different classes and those of the noble class never forget their manners or various titles. I know my father would be disappointed in me if I got a title wrong.

(Not that she would care, but that's another story.)

I can adapt.

That's good. Being able to adapt is pretty important around here.

[He knows her pain about the parentals, though. He shrugs.]

We're bound to disappoint our parents, eventually, [he says. It's perhaps a credit to him that his voice doesn't waver. The subject of his mother is still raw.]

Life has taught me that talent. (Thoroughly and without relenting.) I...

(A lump forms in her throat and she feels her eyes burning with unshed tears.)

...yes. We will. (She did. She does. And that's something that will never give her peace.)

[Oops. Well, now he feels bad for alluding to his manpain like that. He shrugs, tucking his thumbs into his pockets.] But they're not here, so who cares what they think, [he says, maybe a little too flippantly.]

You want to get that tea now?

(She gives him a shaky smile, hoping to give him the impression that all is well. Neither of them are in a position to help their parents.)

You care. (And so does she.) I would, thank you. Do you know if they offer lemon-cakes too?

[He frowns, and then says, very quietly,] I wish I didn't.

[Then, at a normal volume, as if he hadn't said anything at all:] You know, I've never checked. We can see. And if not, we can probably make our own.

[Does he know how to bake? NOPE! It can't be that much different from non-baking cooking, right? Right?!]

It would be easier, wouldn't it. (She bites her lip and gently takes his arm.) Are we going to become bakers too? I know how to cook a few dishes, but most of the baking was left to the servants.

[Whoa what whoa why is this girl touching him. He's a little confused, but then he remembers she's from Ye Olden World and thus is probably accustomed to this. And, what the hell, why not. So he gamely strides forward, trying to be sure Alayne can keep pace with him.] I'm sure that would be another useful skill to learn.

(It's meant more as comfort than anything more confusing. The Starks were an affectionate family and she grew up accustomed to gentle touches and hugs. Most of that has been eroded away by the Lannisters, but she can sense he's in pain.)

I shall have to keep track of all the skills I learn. It would be nice to know I could live on my own if it came down to it.

[That is, perhaps, even more confusing. Physical affection is not so much something he's used to, even though he's been trying to acclimate himself to it. It hasn't been easy. He'd reflexively punched Tony several times due to an unexpected touch, but at least Tony could take a hit. Even if Gene did feel horrible afterwards.

And people trying to help him when he's in pain? Hahahahaha forget it.

You're an odd duck to him, Alayne. But he likes you.]

That's always a good feeling to have. I like being independent. Or at least, as independent as I can get here. [Annoyingly, he does still have to rely on others here. And, even more annoyingly, he was starting to not mind it.]

(One of his punches would level her - in more ways than one. But Alayne is tentative about her movements. She doesn't latch on or act like he should put up with her touch. He's welcome to pull back at any time he wishes.

Despite her oftentimes polished noble pride, she is still awaiting a blow for even one misstep.)

I've never been truly independent. (She has been lonely before; she imagines that's not the same thing.) I wonder what it would be like to only depend on myself?

(Nice? A relief?

But lonely too. Always lonely. Her pack is gone.)

You must be strong.

[Console] (Video) ❅ The First

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I just realized he hasn't actually introduced himself I am SO BAD about that

Haha it's okay!

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they need to get together over coffee and talk about their shitty pasts

if he can coax her into sharing her secret. ;n;

answer: get them hammered drunk and talk about how awful their adoptive dads are

ahhh Sansa has never been drunk before... She'd spill the beans and then some.

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