you're not my homeland anymore

[dohaeris]

Who: sansa and her crs
What: catchall for non-event logs. mostly she wants to tell some friends her name. also for some prompts that are simply too long for the event post
When: early april, broadly. late april for sibling-based event prompts
Where: her house (or wherever windows into the world of ice and fire can be found)

Content Warnings: canon-typical violence. character warnings in her app. uhhhh spoilers for asoiaf as if her canonpoint wasn't enough


[starters in the comments I just really wanted to use the taylor swift lyrics for this]

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[adaine]

I see... I'll add him to the spell then.

[She nods along with Sansa's explanation. It's not like she can't understand why someone might want to keep the identities of those who live with them a secret. Modred Manor had a number of people now, among which were wanted criminals. Like... herself. And Aelwyn, since she'll be moving there.

But at the same time. It is still eerily reminiscent of a cult. Or a conspiracy. Are they his children? His servants? His soldiers? His... pets?

...All of the above?]

I think I saw him on the rumor post. And... oh! This is that party post that went up, right? I didn't go to that, I uh... didn't know him, so I was too nervous.

[Despite the anxious tone in her voice, there is something sharper in her expression as she nods. She's shifting into focus. Put her in front of a mystery and she'll solve it or die trying.]

I'll see what I can do. [A small smile ghosts her lips.] I'm the Oracle. Seeing things and finding people is sort of my specialty.

[dohaeris]

[sansa frowns when adaine says she was too nervous to go to the party, but she smiles when she declares herself the oracle. in a way, seeing things and finding people is sort of her specialty too. and probably lazarus too.]

Between the three of us, we should be able to work out what's going on.

[she sighs and stabs at her tapestry again.]

Petyr Baelish of the Fingers, Lord Paramount of the Riverlands and Lord Protector of the Vale. I could write it down for you, if you like. But he has catspaws everywhere, and half the Seven Kingdoms is after the bounty on my head. Most of them are too stupid to realize they'll never be able to collect it.

[and all the lannisters and their bannermen, and all the ironmen, even just house frey--and, if people can be reborn here, than so could joffrey. so could the mad king, or--the boltons who made cloaks from the skins of starks. on the other hand, some perfectly innocent lannister from two hundred years ago could show up, too. she cannot rely on spells, she must make this place a safe one to be a stark.]

[adaine]

Well, I'll be counting on you. And you can count on me, okay? [Adaine smiles. This is how she made friends in her own world, by solving a mystery and slaughtering a monster with the bad kids and becoming The Bad Kids. She'd missed it.]

I'll remember it. The minute he arrives at the beach, I'll be there to kill him without spilling a drop of blood. [Something she very much can do! She's very determined to do so!

She inclines her head slightly.]

...Because you were under his control and he's too powerful to be trifled with?

[dohaeris]

[she smiles faintly, laughs a little at adaine's threat to littlefinger, and then frowns a bit.]

That is why I stayed with him in the Vale.

[one of the reasons. she doesn't know how to explain or even want to tell adaine how powerless she was. what else could she have done? convinced mya stone to ride off with her on stolen mules? and where could they possibly have gone? by the time she knew what lysa arryn was, she was alone on a mountain in the snow.]

But what I mean to say is any idiot from the Seven Kingdoms might turn up on that beach thinking he could bring my head back to the Queen Regent, somehow. [she pauses.] Cersei Lannister of Casterly Rock. Her horrible son was called Joffrey Baratheon, the first of his name, though he had no right to it and might be called Joffrey Waters, otherwise.

I could tell you all the names I know of the people who want me dead, and some stupid cutpurse from King's Landing who knows the name Sansa Stark and the color of my hair might think he can claim a bounty on a world he has no way of returning to and kill me anyway.

[at least she'd just go back to the sea. she sighs.]

I don't suppose you have any pictures of the people hunting you? I've been learning to be ravens, and I could at least watch for them.