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

[northerner]

Aye.

[ and unlike theon, robb is blessed with ignorance. the ignorance of not knowing, of coming from a time when all is still golden, before things have fallen to ruin. and theon greyjoy is still a dear friend, still robb's hand, still close as brother.

the things robb doesn't know, they are many and vast. and may lead him to a bad end, even here. ]

There are easier ways, if you wish for me to seek you out. But managing the devices is someting you grow accustomed to. I have learned.

[turncloak]

... I'd prefer to see you.

[ Because he doesn't like this sense of talking in a room full of people, where anybody could see what they have to say to each other. ]

[northerner]

[ well then. ]

Stay where you are. Grey Wind and I shall find you shortly.

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. ]

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. ]