004 -- voice;

[northerner]

It seems there are many from my world to be welcomed aboard after this past jump. If those of Westeros inclined to make their presence known, I would speak with all of you.

[ there's a pause. a direwolf's low whine can be heard, and robb exhales slowly. ]

And I'm sure it is already known, but the lady who called herself Aberdeen is no longer aboard.

[ and feed is cut. ]

Comments

[tumbleweeds]

History tends to repeat itself.

[hisfinestact]

[ Bothering you is the only fun he has these days, Robb! ]

Because I am so productive otherwise, Stark, yes, exactly.

action;

[grndnpnd]

[ Fabulously well.

Knock knock, Robb Stark, Bannerman Alcohol Delivery Service at your service. ]

[wolfinthesnow]

He knows who she is. Do you honestly think he will entertain lying like that?

[withfireandblood]

That is all I know. [ In some cases she doesn't even know that ] I knew of the Starks before, but no others. [ Not of those that are here, although if she knew that Jaime Lannister was here that may be a different thing ]

I have met many from the Kingdoms since.

[20mentholkools]

No king does. All of them want to be better. Bigger.

[krakeness]

I can't call them all Your Grace. That'd get confusing quickly.

action?

[turncloak]

[ Theon is in his room, the one that matches the number etched into his skin, though he doesn't see how it can be called a proper quarters, so sparse and barely furnished, bleak and overpolished. Already he hates it and he's barely been here long enough to do more than sleep. ]

[ He awaits Robb with a churning gut, not sure whether it's fear or anticipation or a mingling of both. Grey Wind is less dubious; he has no wish to see the beast again, but where Robb goes so goes his wolf. Apparently that holds true even somewhere like this. Fucking Starks. ]

[wolfdreamer]

[Lord Stannis, Stannis Baratheon. The War of Five Kings is coming to the Tranquility, and that very thought fills the pit of Bran's stomach with dread that he cannot name--not to Robb, anyway.]

And Grey Wind and Ghost, too. [It isn't a question, or even a suggestion.] When will you go?

action!

[northerner]

[ it takes some time, but robb gets there at the end. of course grey wind is with him, because he swore alayne to keep his wolf with him, and even if he hadn't robb stark goes nowhere with his giant, hulking direwolf shadow. and so when he raps his knuckles against theon's door, grey wind snuffling at the floor just in front of it, it's a familiar picture. a predictable one.

some things don't change. ]

[kindlings]

[ ...Oh. Well. She shrugs delicately through her sheepskin overcoat. ]


...Not much else t' talk about, is there?

[unparental]

Shhh, don't say that. You'll jinx us.

[ but why tho. ]

It's a work thing.

[stacked]

[ she just wants more stories okay. ]

Right, 'cos you're a Stark.

[bruxisms]

[ the boy from the other day. a direwolf. jon snow's queer oath.

is this... ]

Are you the Young Wolf?

[northerner]

I would settle for being remembered as fair and just. I've no need to be mightier than those who came before.

[northerner]

Not always.

[northerner]

Then best to keep her from his sight. What other option do we have? You know she won't bear being introduced as Alayne.

[wolfinthesnow]

Tell her to keep Lady close. Shaggydog will remember her.

Robb, we are not meant to be this way. Six wolves but no pack.

[northerner]

Then bother others with your productivity. I've no wish to hear of it.

[northerner]

You'll have to find a way to manage it.

[northerner]

[ that is quite a question. robb doesn't know how best to answer so. ]

Aye. She and I had an accord.

[northerner]

Yes, because I am a Stark.

[ SO SUSPICIOUSLY FAITH WHAT ARE YOU EVEN. ]

[northerner]

A work thing.

[ wat ]

So long as it is a good thing, I suppose I cannot argue against it.

[krakeness]

Oh, no. I don't have to do anything you say. You're not my king.

[20mentholkools]

Until you need might for your idea of fair and just to stay standing.