[ One of the ruddy hawks of the Southern Greenwood alights on a nearby window, branch or stone, screeching and flapping its wings. It has sharp eyes, like all from the Maechenibryth, but waits patiently to have the small scroll attached to its foot unravelled. It reads in looping Drabbish:
Invitation for His Grace Robb Stark and Companion to the winter Yule festivities within I Othrann-in-Heneb, fortress of Thranduil Oropherion, Elvenking of the Maechenibryth.
To celebrate the holiday of the native Aelfen clans, all guests are welcome to remain within the mountainhome until from 25th December until early January for music and merriment. Bed and board provided. Please bring this invitation with you and make your way south along the forest river where marchwardens will find your party and act as escorts. To confirm attendance, please attach an appropriate message to the hawk. Alternatively, contact Thranduil via locket.
The hawk, if needed, will await a snack along with the RSVP before flying off. ]
i wanted you to try it. did you try it? [ gods she is the BEST at avoidance. but hey, this is the truth too. she wanted him to try chocolate. isn't it amazing, robb?]
[ it is unfair to ask this of him. it is selfish to need him so soon after his whole recollection of home has been ravaged and ruined. but sansa is not a creature left with enough capacity for anything more than needing her big brother. whatever happened, he is the king in the north. he is her blood.
Not at present. [ He sounds stronger today, steady; as if the ground beneath his feet as as stable as ever. He had spent too long retreated inside himself, coming to terms with what he learned, dreaming of wolves when he should have been walking as a man.
That is what has him out when Sansa calls for him, a call he answers swiftly: ]
[ her mind fractures; races; panics. she must equally raise jon and warn him, too. but (again with injustice tinged at the edges) she finds herself swaying first and foremost towards robb. ] I have had news from Caer Glaem. And we must...
We must talk. But if you are outside the keep we can meet instead within the grove.
[ the curious little infant throng of weirwoods just beyond the keep's statue garden. a fitting place for a meeting of starks. ]
[ it takes her a little longer to make her way outside. the guards give her no guff -- they are hers to command, after all. but the aelfenguard dislikes letting her wander too far without careful eyes. it takes a gentle word reassuring them that she meets with her brother before they relent. and even then, sansa is careful not to tell them which brother.
she knows they do not care for robb. and when she rushes through the statue garden with rustling silk her sole accompaniment, she contemplates how difficult it must be for a member of the unseelie court to try and thrive here. unseelie, and dead, and lagging behind the rest of them--
oh. she nearly succumbs to tears yet again.
but by the time she enters the little grove, she's become the mistress of her expressions once again. ]
[ It is difficult and Robb is not so blind not to see the looks often shot his way, were it not for Sansa he was certain they would not tolerate him as they do. The natives on this world see him solely for the shard in his chest, the mark that claims him for the Unseelie, he may as well be their enemy. A day may come when opinions may change, but that is many moons away.
They allow him, at least, to venture where he would want making the relocation to the grove one of ease.
He is there already when she arrives, Grey Wind parted briefly from his side to explore the grove though never truly far. A worried frown paints his expression and it urges him forward to meet her. ]
[ Robb thought as much since he woke; something did not sit right as he went about his tasks, Grey Wind did not part from his side and was oddly despondent. This message message confirmed his fears. ]
[ A raven will find Robb towards the beginning of the month of June, a blue ribbon tied to its leg. ]
Ser Robb Stark,
It has been several months since we have spoken to one another but you may remember me from the Treun Tourney last year. My name is Nasrin Lavellan. I have some questions for you, if you do not mind, concerning your direwolf.
If you are amenable to speaking, you can send a message back with this raven and I will find it.
[ The raven is a surprise, in truth, but the letter not unwelcomed. A reply comes soon after. ]
Lady Nasrin Lavellan,
Aye, I remember you well as does Grey Wind. It is good to hear from you after so long, I pray the days have been kind. I will be happy to answer any questions you have about my direwolf.
It's good to hear from you, Lord Robb Stark. The days have been as well as they can be, under the circumstances. Are you well?
A companion of mine is looking to breed his wolfhounds with a strong, even magical breed of wolf or dog. I could not think any save for the direwolf of yours I had met. I had heard that the Lady Sansa also had a direwolf. I was saddened to hear of her disappearance.
I wished to know more about your direwolf and if you know of any other magical or powerful breeds here in the Drabwurld.
As well as I will ever be. [ Robb decides not to write of the shard that was ripped from his chest, that he no longer stands among the Unseelie numbers. ]
Aye she did, though I do not know of what happened to her wolf upon her leaving. If it did not return with her it may have fled back into the wild, to seek out a pack.
I will tell you all I can about him, though I cannot claim to knowledge of any other magical nor powerful breeds in Drabwurld. Direwolves are the strongest as far as I know, they are far more powerful and intelligent than their cousins. Grey Wind has taken down men in full plate armor on the battlefield.
[ At the end of the month, a handsome man finds Robb and brings with him a small box. Inside is a cloak, charmed with disillusionment, alongside a pouch filled with small, dried meats - treats for the pack. ]
[ On the 19th, a gift is left to Robb; a set of figurine wolves, each matching those in his pack, enchanted to dance around and play, are handed over, alongside more treats. ]
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Royal Hawk of the Maechenibryth »
Invitation for His Grace Robb Stark and Companion to the winter Yule festivities within I Othrann-in-Heneb, fortress of Thranduil Oropherion, Elvenking of the Maechenibryth.
To celebrate the holiday of the native Aelfen clans, all guests are welcome to remain within the mountainhome until from 25th December until early January for music and merriment. Bed and board provided. Please bring this invitation with you and make your way south along the forest river where marchwardens will find your party and act as escorts. To confirm attendance, please attach an appropriate message to the hawk. Alternatively, contact Thranduil via locket.
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Robb. Robb. I need you--
[ it is unfair to ask this of him. it is selfish to need him so soon after his whole recollection of home has been ravaged and ruined. but sansa is not a creature left with enough capacity for anything more than needing her big brother. whatever happened, he is the king in the north. he is her blood.
and he is all the bravery she thinks she needs.
softer: ] A-are you in your chambers?
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That is what has him out when Sansa calls for him, a call he answers swiftly: ]
But I can return. What is it?
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[ her mind fractures; races; panics. she must equally raise jon and warn him, too. but (again with injustice tinged at the edges) she finds herself swaying first and foremost towards robb. ] I have had news from Caer Glaem. And we must...
We must talk. But if you are outside the keep we can meet instead within the grove.
[ the curious little infant throng of weirwoods just beyond the keep's statue garden. a fitting place for a meeting of starks. ]
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[ Whatever he had been doing is dropped, feet already turning to move towards the grove. ]
I will be there, Sansa.
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she knows they do not care for robb. and when she rushes through the statue garden with rustling silk her sole accompaniment, she contemplates how difficult it must be for a member of the unseelie court to try and thrive here. unseelie, and dead, and lagging behind the rest of them--
oh. she nearly succumbs to tears yet again.
but by the time she enters the little grove, she's become the mistress of her expressions once again. ]
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They allow him, at least, to venture where he would want making the relocation to the grove one of ease.
He is there already when she arrives, Grey Wind parted briefly from his side to explore the grove though never truly far. A worried frown paints his expression and it urges him forward to meet her. ]
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Her brother deserves to know.]
Lord Stark.
[He lets out a breath.]
Sansa is no longer here. She's...she's gone to wherever we go, if we leave here.
[He refuses to believe what the monarchs told him.]
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What of her shard?
[ Was there nothing left of her? ]
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[Without any doubt.]
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Thank you, Ser Loras. I shall send Grey Wind, it would be for the best that I remain scarce for now.
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[He nods.]
Sansa trusted me, Robb. Trust in me, as well.
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Ser Robb Stark,
It has been several months since we have spoken to one another but you may remember me from the Treun Tourney last year. My name is Nasrin Lavellan. I have some questions for you, if you do not mind, concerning your direwolf.
If you are amenable to speaking, you can send a message back with this raven and I will find it.
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Lady Nasrin Lavellan,
Aye, I remember you well as does Grey Wind. It is good to hear from you after so long, I pray the days have been kind. I will be happy to answer any questions you have about my direwolf.
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A companion of mine is looking to breed his wolfhounds with a strong, even magical breed of wolf or dog. I could not think any save for the direwolf of yours I had met. I had heard that the Lady Sansa also had a direwolf. I was saddened to hear of her disappearance.
I wished to know more about your direwolf and if you know of any other magical or powerful breeds here in the Drabwurld.
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Aye she did, though I do not know of what happened to her wolf upon her leaving. If it did not return with her it may have fled back into the wild, to seek out a pack.
I will tell you all I can about him, though I cannot claim to knowledge of any other magical nor powerful breeds in Drabwurld. Direwolves are the strongest as far as I know, they are far more powerful and intelligent than their cousins. Grey Wind has taken down men in full plate armor on the battlefield.
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[ She'd never realized he was Unseelie. All she had known was that he served the Lady Sansa. ]
He seems capable of such. I'm sorry to hear that another of his brethren ran to the woods. I only hope her direwolf found a pack and is safe.
[ No one should be without family or friends, not even creatures. ]
He is a native of your world, is he not? What makes him so powerful? Do you know?
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