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[culver]

[the first thing visible is just a plethora of green. if that doesn't tip you off that she's sitting in the oxygen garden, then i don't know what will. small hands are turning the comm over and over, and there are flashes of blue fabric and shoes every few seconds.

finally, it comes to settle on her face--all big blue eyes and straw-blonde bangs. there's a velvet ribbon colored gold tied up in her hair. sadly, the shot is upside-down. seeming to realize this, she flips the device over and tilts her head. long, straight hair falls over one shoulder and one tiny, white wing is visible behind her.

she suddenly seems very agitated; her brow furrows and she looks rather pleading and sad. the video post ends, and next comes text:]

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[culver]

[oh, that man. her face tightens just a bit. he hadn't done anything to hurt her, true, but that didn't mean she liked him. it didn't mean she had to trust him.

but alayne said that he was a man of honor. bishop talked about honor a lot. he said that it was important, that it mattered more than almost anything (anything except piety, but sometimes nill questioned the priest's own devotion, when he talked about god not liking him and things like that). good things. nill could use some good things. the nod she gives, while reluctant, is sincere. she'll trust alayne's judgement on him. the other girl seems smart and true.]

[wont]

[ Nill nods and even though the motion is given with a careful wariness, a nod is better than no nod at all and so Alayne joins in the nodding. The gesture is small and encouraging and in Alayne's smile there is certainty. There is little she is more convinced of than Robb Stark's goodness and his worth. ]

Grey Wind can be frightening to those who do not know him, but I promise no harm will come to you. Not while either is by your side. Lady — you remember Lady, Nill, don't you? She was bore from the same litter as Grey Wind. They are brother and sister, the both of them, and King Robb and I are as near as close — if I may be so bold.

[culver]

[as she listened to alayne talk, her words so full of confidence, nill couldn't help but start to believe her. she was so convinced that this robb was a good person. who was nill to suggest otherwise? besides, weren't kings supposed to be the best of men? at least, that was how some of the stories she'd read had made them out. those stories weren't any more likely to lie than alayne was.

her small face relaxes. yes, she had met grey wind, had liked the creature as soon as she had seen him.

yes, she could believe that robb was alright.]

[wont]

That's better, [ Alayne then says, able to clearly read the way that Nill's expression softens as her words begin to find their mark. She was a good girl, this Nill — sweet-faced and trusting. Lucky, then, that I found her first, Alayne thinks. There are those who would look to ruin such sweetness or trod it underfoot. ]

If it please you, His Grace may join us for tea. Or if it please you better, the young Lord Stark. [ Alayne's expression colors with fondness again. ] The young boy that you speak to — he is the king's brother. And again, dear to me.

Will you two become friends?

[culver]

[it seemed as if people on this ship were close to one another. nill liked that; she just hoped that she would be able to fit in somewhere. she's about to nod begrudgingly when alayne suggests robb join them for tea, but when she cites bran, the nod is immediate. yes, she would very much like to see him, and she would like to be his friend as well.]