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[ ah, robb returns to video posts. there's a marked difference in the set of his face. he looks older, more solmen if such a thing were possible, more like his father, than he did in those very first few times he'd addressed the ship. grey wind is at his elbows, eyes gleaming as his great jaws part in a disinterested yawn. the display of teeth though, that sure is something to see. robb sinks a hand into the fur at the scruff of grey wind's neck, and the action is almost a boy reaching for something familiar, something to anchor himself to. ]

I wish to request a favor of this ship.

[ kings don't make requests, they give orders. that is what robb learned from his namesake but in his time spent aboard this ship he's also learned that a displaced king gets himself more by requesting rather than trying to command. ( like the beggar king, and if his stomach turns at that he ignores it. ) ]

My youngest brother Rickon has come aboard this vessel. I don't seek to curb his curiosity, but only to ask that discretion is used when answering his questions and granting him knowledge.

[ there's a pause. grey wind huffs a breath, impatient, and robb's hand twists in the fur. ]

And perhaps not encourage his fondness for knives.

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Or he would find himself a different teacher.
One who will indulge his unruliness.

Then a girl will watch. It is very hard to teach one who won't listen. He will have trouble, she thinks.

Trouble to learn, perhaps, but no trouble warranting help.
They look at him and see a child.
And children are to be indulged here.

Does a woman not WANT a girl to teach him?

[She doesn't understand why they argue, but then, she likes to argue.]

[ It is a natural thing. A thing that sisters do. Though Alayne does not dare think of it thus. ]

I share Robb's concerns.
But Rickon remains a stranger to me,
so I cannot speak with certainty.

Talk to him, and he will be less a stranger.

[Hypocritical, maybe; Rickon is a stranger to her, too, and she has spoken with him only a little.]

I do not think he favors me.

[ She has tried, albeit modestly. ]

A girl thinks he favors only his wolf.

He favors wild things.

Do you think yourself wild?

Sometimes.

[At night, in her wolf dreams, she was very wild. During the day, it was different. Maybe wild in another way.]

Sing him a wild song, then, to lull him close.
Discipline him after.

[ True mockingbird advice. ]

I, myself, will never be wild.
And so cannot sing to charm him.

A girl can sing for a woman.

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