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[throwne]

This is quite a craft.

( the attached voice is feminine, ~*~dark~*~, and colored with an impossible to place (vaguely russian, but... not......) high fantasy accent! she also sounds just slightly detached from current proceedings ― like this pants shittingly terrifying transdimensional jaunt is something she's observing from an outsider's perspective, not her own. )

Not to my tastes, I'm afraid; a man could shred himself on this architecture, and your Tranquility exudes anything but. Still, I'm certain it could be worse. ( KNOCK KNOCK. this is someone rapping their knuckles on some sort of metallic surface. ) She's quite sturdy. Better a well built mausoleum than the alternative.

( hardy har. a beat. )

Your guides mention hostile creatures, but not the breed. I would hear of them, if you'll indulge me; their appearance, their behavior, where they roam, how often they've been seen.

Call it grim curiosity.

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[throwne]

Well noted. You have the thanks of both myself and my sated curiosity.

( but more importantly, that direwolf! )

A direwolf, as you call it - are they all of that size, or is your Grey Wind peculiar in that right?

[northerner]

Direwolves grow large the longer they live. There are tales of fearsomely large, though Grey Wind is young yet. He can still grow bigger.

[ though lbr he's pony sized at this point. ]

god this is a billion years late FEEL FREE TO DISREGARD IF YOU WANT

[throwne]

[ jesus christ.

"jesus christ" doesn't register in her tone, thankfully. it's more like polite interest. ]

Young yet. He'll make an excellent guard, I imagine, should he still manage to fit through doorways then.

[ also an excellent fur coat. she does not say this. ]

IT'S OKAYA I'M WAY LATER SO

[northerner]

[ no one is making a coat out of his direwolf ok ]

He's more than simply a guard. If he grows larger, we shall simply have to make the doors bigger.

[ yeah just adapt the ship to his whims whateverhe's a king man ]

AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A LATE PARTY

[throwne]

[ wow he could make enough coats for like ten thousand sad orphan children what the fuck kind of king are you bro ]

You've given this thought.

[ it's that vaguely atonal kind of super vague(ly condescending) amusement! maybe. robb you sound like you're like 19 or something what is this even. ]

CAUSE A LATE LATE PARTY DON'T STOP

[northerner]

[ uh a king who likes having a giant killing machine at his side!! ]

It's a poor leader who does not plan ahead.

[ he's eighteen and a man grown check urself ]

[throwne]

[ shawty don't even have a manly flowing biker beard yet u can get out with this man grown business ]

And a bold one who changes the ship's very architecture to better suit himself.

[ which is said considerably less #judging than it sounds. four for you, robb coco. ]

[northerner]

[ his luxurious tully curls make up for lack of beard don't get it twisted ]

All should change to suit a king's whims, or so they say in Westeros.

[ he'll treasure those candy canes forreal. ]

[throwne]

You're young for a throne.

[ probably shouldn't make any orphan jokes, then. ]

Has it been treating you well? The throne.

[northerner]

I've found myself too busy to sit my throne.

[ space and wars, man. it gets in the way of chilling in a castle. ]

But the crown is heavier than stories lead a man to believe.

[throwne]

Rulers seldom write the stories. Else we'd have more tales of territorial disputes and settling the tithe than glory and conquest, I imagine.

[ or just balls to the wall civil war and murder 24/7, if you live in westeros. MUST BE TUESDAY. ]

They expect too much of you, don't they?

[northerner]

[ westeros goes hard yo. ]

Everyone expects too much of their rulers. Is it not so in your world?

[throwne]

Vöng only expects hers to drop dead, preferably soon. I can't speak with certainty for any other nation.

[ spoken as if this is totally normal. ]

[northerner]

Then such a ruler must be a poor one, if the people long for a swift death.

[throwne]

Poor is a matter of perspective. Do you value the love of your people, or do you value the most effective course of rule?

One almost always excludes the other, I've found.

[northerner]

Surely there is a way to appease both.

[ can you tell he's new at this i'm p sure you can tell. ]

[throwne]

[ SWEET SUMMER CHILD. ]

The marriage of kindness and conquest is, as my husband would say, a tale told at the tit. You'll be famous for your kindness and nothing else, a domineering tyrant who tramples all in his path, a miserable failure, or entirely unremarkable; those are the only paths available to you, Regent of Westeros, as they have been with us all.

[ except for those charismatic dbags who had to be better than everybody else, alexander the great. ]

But your Westeros is not my Vöng. My people demand war of me, and then demand my blood when I take their firstborn sons to fill the ranks; perhaps your subjects can be reasoned with, and these things are different in your land.

[ #DOUBT TBH. ]

[northerner]

[ THE SWEETEST TBFH ]

Maybe. I would not know, but there have been many kings, and some are still sung of. Surely if one takes the right tact they can achieve such love.

[ but don't ask robb how the fuck that happens. ]

[throwne]

Do they sing of your father?

[ this is straight up 200-proof don't give a fuck going down rn. ]

[northerner]

My father was no king.

[ surprise yo robb ain't no purebreed ]