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[Console] (Video) ❅ The Second

(A length of cloth is resting on Alayne's knees and she is busy stitching. The sound of thread being pulled through, tightened and then piercing the cloth again can be heard by the keen of hearing.)

Dresses of a Southern make are far more difficult for me to stitch. (Her pink lips purse and she bites off a thread with her teeth.) I fear, should the weather warm, I will be incredibly uncomfortable in wool. Yet silken fabrics are notoriously difficult to piece together. They leave no room for mistakes - even slight ones.

(Sucking on one of her fingers, her brow furrows. It isn't common for her to stab her fingers. Septa Mordane would know something is amiss with her. Yet her dear Septa is long dead.)

I heard some strange noises on the street. I'm certain someone grabbed my skirt, but I didn't stay long enough to look.

(Therein lies the problem.)

Could they follow me to my room?

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(He looks very smart indeed. Alayne sets her sewing aside and stands, giving him a graceful curtsy.)

My lord. I see you were enjoying a stroll as well. (Everything she had heard, in passing, about the Fire Sector was correct. Even though she barely escaped being mugged, the trip had been worthwhile.)

Which sector were you enjoying?

[ And he in turn bowed. Not many ladies were in Mundus' court, and like hell he would ever bow to Trish, so this was a rather new thing. But he had read all about how a gentlemen should act and it's deep ingrained as part of his need to be honorable.]

Something like that, yes. [ He did not wish to admit he was looking for someone missing. No need to cause alarm.]

I quiet enjoy the water sector myself, there is not much of water where I am from, so I enjoy seeing it as much as the snow. Which likewise I never saw before ending up here.

I should think you would tire of seeing the snow if you ever visited the Eyrie. It is perched on a mountain and there are times we cannot leave because the snow is too thick.

(But it's beautiful. While she does feel bored more often than not in her new prison - it certainly isn't a home - she loves seeing the snow.)

I must have snow in my veins because I never feel the chill as others do.

I do wonder if I would ever truely tire of the snow, It seems a beauty to behold.

[ he was still standing, hands behind his back as he listened.]

I have never heard of such a place, but I am told my world is not known here. It is vastly different then most I hear of. If you do not mind, and it does not distract you from your work. I would love to hear of your home. It must always be cold for you to not be bothered by it.

There is nothing like a fresh blanket of snow under a silver sky. (So clean, so perfect. It almost seems a shame to leave footprints in it.)

Neither is mine. (She moves to a group of chairs, encouraging him to sit with her.) I would be happy for the distraction.

My father was born in the North and my mother was a noblewoman from the East. She died giving birth to me and my tutoring was undertaken by the Sept. (She pauses, frowning faintly.) The Sept is where those who wish to study the faith of the Seven train. I was to become a Septa and spread the faith to far off lands. However before I said my vows, I told them of my desire to meet my father and live with him. I traveled from the East, across the sea, to settle in the mountains with him.

The Eyrie is...vast. I believe it is all carved out of stone and it holds a reputation of having never been conquered.

I do very much agree.

[ He nodded and followed as she dictated. Taking a seat, and giving her his full attention. Nodding when she spoke of a distraction, one would be nice as he feared the worst at the moment even if his features did not betray his inner thoughts.]

Such a sad tale. [ He responded.] Was your father what you hoped?

He is a...resourceful man. We are on good terms. (If she lacks the expected warmth, it can be explained by how they never knew one another until recently.) I know he will plan a good future for me. The prospects for one such as I are difficult to acquire.

[ He nodded, he didn't know enough about proper family relationships to judge.]

High birth does dictate a good match must be made. The same is expected in the demonic realm. And what do you plan to do with your life here? I am told this place is a fresh start for us all.

Have you ever been betrothed? (He does seem to be of high birth from what she can tell. Of course that's by Westerosi standards.)

I am content to have a room to call my own, materials with which to sew and pass the time and friendly people who seem trustworthy. I like the relative peace.

No, my master would never allow such a thing. I am simply a knight in the demon kights army.

[ He explained, before adding a shrug.] At least before I came here, and I am more interested in finding what has been lost then looking into things anew. if that makes any sense.

It seems this place has everything you need, Miss Alayne.

Your master seems quite...stern. Knights are not allowed to marry in my world either, but I know that some of them do.

(Very romantic in her opinion. Most of the time, anyway.)

What have you lost? Can you regain it here? (Or find a suitable replacement?) It doesn't have my family or those I want to see again. If it did, it would have everything.

He is. Though it is an honor to be of high rank like I was, it is no easy challenge. That and I really had, nor have an interest in such things. I have spent my life battling, seeing what this world truly is more fascinating to me now. What of yourself? It is only fair I inquire the same, were you betrothed?

[ he's not about to tell her what the price for failure is, or exactly how cruel the hell king was. It was odd speaking to someone who didn't seem to have all of the calling of a warrior. It was nice, it made him oddly want to keep the darker bits away from her.]

It is hard to explain, but, I suppose if I were to put it in words. [ he sat back some trying to formulate it without the gory details.] I am apparently not who I was lead to believe I am. There are some people here that The hunter Dante is [ He hopes he's just out looking and not what he fears.] trying to find to unlock the true memories of this body. It is complicated.

Family is important to you? [ He inquired on more interested in her tale then sharing his own in truth.]

(She nods slowly before licking her suddenly dry lips. Sansa was betrothed twice and married once. Alayne, however...)

My father means to betroth me to a man named Harrold Hardyng. He is the heir presumptive of Lord Robert Arryn. (Though she calls him Sweetrobin.) I admit I have not spoken to him.

(The next part silences her and she shifts in her seat, understanding him more than she knows she should.)

You have forgotten who you were originally? (Like she is trying to forget her life as Sansa Stark.) ...my father is my only family left. But...yes. I miss my mother.

(And brothers and real father...)

It must be a strange thing to be betrothed to a man you have never met.

[ As one who can't really recall life before combat he isn't one to judge. He does wonder if it is a smart thing however. Then again, he doesn't believe in love so its a strange concept all together.

He nodded at her question, reaching up to push his platinum bangs back behind his ear.]

To be perfectly frank, I didn't believe myself to be real before I arrived. My master has great magic and has created many beings from nothing but the image of loved ones to torture those they who lost them. I assumed myself to be much like that. Dante, and Valdis say there is someone else locked away inside of me, the true owner of this body. It is a strange concept to understand.

[ She's the first person besides Dante or Valdis he has spoken about this all too.]

But, didn't you say she died birthing you? How can you miss her? [ He's from a different type of world. So such connection to someone he figures she could not even rememeber seems strange to him.]

Travel takes considerable time - even if you have the means for horses, ships and whatever else you may require. It isn't odd for two to be betrothed and to never have met. Those of noble families like to make connections when their children are young.

(She doesn't believe in love either. Not anymore. Her hope that she could marry for love - or at least love the man she married - has been crushed.)

Well... (What can she say? She knows nothing of magic.) I quite like the man you are now. Should this you disappear, I would be sad.

(His kindness is like a gem. It shines and sparkles and she can't help but like speaking to him.)

My father has told me stories about her. And the Sept, where I was training to be a Septa, spoke well of her. It's strange to only have stories of the one who gave you life.

(Stories are easier than the truth.)

I can see where that makes sense. Well, if you do return maybe you and this man will get along well. It seems the best one can hope for.

[ he offered her a sad smile at her words then.]

I worry about what change it may bring, but there is someone prisoner inside of me and it is not honorable of me to knowingly leave them trapped. I am sure it should not change me too terribly much. maybe it will be for the better.

[ OH, how wrong he is.]

I can understand that in a strange way. It also shows you have a good heart, such is a rarity where I am from.

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