[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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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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. ]
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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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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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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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