[ Alayne wants to ask Pepper about Anthony. About the place they come from and what the Starks mean there. It was obvious that his was world different from Westeros, or a land so far from removed from it in time that it bore little resemblance to the home that Alayne knew. Anthony made very little mention of it, though she'd been able to pick up swatches here and there. He'd suffered during his time there and had seen his share of war. He'd been graced with talent enough to be respected and ego enough to speak his mind, irregardless of the situation. He was very rarely humbled and, yet, his inclusion amongst the Starks here aboard the Tranquility seemed to humble him greatly. He didn't like to speak of his feelings. He was very intelligent.

And he was the last of his line.

Is he secretly sad? The question forms itself on Alayne's tongue but then is quickly swallowed down. (She suspects the answer, but only suspects.) There would be time for questions later. ]

You are not used to such a place either, then. There are those among the passengers that take to all the mental and hum much like a fish to water but— [ Another sheepish look of apology. ] —we Westerosi are not among them.

The gardens offer a color respite, though— [ She gives her head a modest dip. ] —there is no sun. Only light made by science. It is not the same, I'm afraid to say, but still — lovely, in its way.