(Text) → UN: courtesy

[stonebird]

(To say she is shaken is putting it mildly - and kindly. Alayne isn't sure she can stand on her own two feet when she lands - yes lands. It seems falling through the rift originally is not the only fright she will be receiving from this...adventure.

She is sick to death of adventures - or, no, perhaps Alayne isn't. She did visit the East and she chose to travel across the sea to see her father.

But this is...not the same. A sea doesn't have any magical or mystical properties. A sea cannot, in the blink of an eye, carry you from one place to another.

Though she is shaking in fear, she decides to reach out for answers - for hope - for guidance. She must be strong.)

My name is Alayne Stone. I am the daughter of Petyr Baelish and I hail from the Eyrie.

(There, beginnings are proper. She cannot be too panicked to forget her courtesies!)

What am I to do...? I thought it was strange to be hired for such a mission, but it has only gotten stranger. I feel I am dreaming.

(She must have hit her head. Yes, that is a comforting theory, however her dreams have never been so...surreal.)

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[stonebird]

Only if the differences can be overcome.

(Otherwise they remain barriers.)

It is customary in Westeros to welcome guests warmly. You are journeying to see me.

[webdesigned]

Yeah. That's true.

( too true, actually. )

I'm... I mean, I'm not at the inn right now, but I sleep there, so it's not really a journey. ( he can't tell if it'd be worse to accept or worse to tell her not to. ) If you join me, then I'll have a refreshment. But you don't need to, just for my sake.

[stonebird]

I believe kindness should be rewarded - even if the reward is simple. (He can accept or not, the refreshments will be available.) As you said, we are one group now.

[webdesigned]

( he sighs, but it's paired with a laugh. )

Good point. Yeah, okay, refreshments it is. Thanks, Alayne. I'll see you soon.

[stonebird]

I shall be waiting. (In the meantime, she will try to tidy her appearance - a brush would be nice. She hasn't a clue how she will keep her hair dyed, but perhaps that matters little. Whether she has burnt brown hair or rich auburn, she must keep to her guise.)

[webdesigned]

( speaking of people that need to brush their hair... haha, that's a good one. he needs to, but he probably won't. fingers are good enough, right?

he only slightly loses track of time, and is thusly only a little bit late. at least when he comes jogging up to the main room where the guests can mingle if they want, he looks apologetic. and overheated. god this place is hot. )

Hey. Hi. Alayne. Sorry, I was... ( he fades off, breathless. doing stuff, apparently. he manages a smile though. ) Nice to meet you in person.

[stonebird]

(In his defense, she has a lot more hair than he does. Plus, she will feel more in control if her appearance is neat. She has been a lady since she was three.

It is a bit hot. It reminds her of the South in Westeros and she wishes the uniforms they are given could adapt to it better. However, once he arrives, she has indeed located a brush and set her plait to rights.

A small smile hovers on her lips.) Thank you for coming. (She picks up a cool drink for him and holds it out.)

I hope you didn't tire yourself too much?

[webdesigned]

( it's good of her to even wear the uniform. Peter does when he has no other option, but he prefers his own clothing to an extreme degree. that and his suit, but obviously, he's not wearing that at the moment.

he considers offering a hand to shake, but he's not sure she would even know what a handshake is. so he flounders, offering an awkward half bow that just looks like his side hurts, and takes the drink. )

No, I'm okay. My aunt used to say I have infinite energy as long as I'm up to no good. ( he looks comically oversized when he takes a seat in one of the Nalawi chairs, drink in hand. ) And I like to think I'm up to good around here, hopefully.

[stonebird]

(She has no desire to look odd or unfashionable. There will come a time when she misses her dresses and she will likely change, but for now, the uniform further separates her from Sansa Stark and she is grateful to it.)

Are you... (Alright? For his sake, she switches her focus quickly, assuming he might be embarrassed.) ...up to no good?

(He reminds her so strongly of her brothers. Always mischievous, competitive, but sweet and loving.)

So you are fatigued most of the time?

[webdesigned]

Well, according to my aunt, sometimes. ( he does get into more trouble than he should, probably. he can't help it. trouble tends to find him and he's never been good at ignoring it. he feels responsible to try and make things better if he can. that's true even now, when his powers are limited and possibly fading all together. it's a weird feeling, but he's trying not to think about that.

it's weird to be a normal guy again.

as to her question, he is tired. likely not more than anyone else, though. he shrugs and offers a slight shrug. ) I think we're all tired. I'm okay, though, compared to the hours I ran back home this place is practically good for me. ( if he's not on a patrol, he's out like a light... something he never accomplished in the city. ) So, are you ready? I can show you how to run your communicator, now, if you want?