(first gallop) | accidental video + action

[wolfwild]

...Benjen? [ when lyanna stark pushes herself into a sitting position a few twists and turns away from the maze's centre, her instinct is to call for one of her brothers: the youngest, first, and with a lilt of concern. with a groan, she brushes detritus off her palms and straightens her skirts (simple; in the northern style). and she tries to figure out why she might have been preparing her palfrey to ride in one moment, and sitting in dirt the next.

not that she minded the dirt -- not really. but she did mind the conspicuous absence of her kin. panic mounts: ] Brandon? Ned?

[ she scrambles to her feet and finds the strange small brick only a few feet away. lyanna picks it up and can now be seen peering suspiciously at its every angle. ] You're a funny thing. [ she mutters, tapping it gently and fingering (but not pressing) the buttons. but then she holds it loosely in her fist and raises her voice. ] By all the named gods and the unnamed gods -- Brandon Stark! If this is some trick or a mummer's game, I will have your hide. And without it, you can hardly hope to woo any pretty --

[ she stops abruptly because the brick chirrups like some odd precise bird. surprise catches the breath in her throat and she's forced to ask -- staring straight at the device: ] ...Are you alive, little brick?

[ grab her attention on the funny little brick-bird or else find her wandering the maze and the gardens. ]

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[video]

[wolfwild]

Lady, if you please. Not certain what a mad-mouse-elle is, but I'm not one.

[video]

[thestormcomes]

[Oh, my. So very nitpicky. She's certainly got a mind of her own.]

Apologies, my Lady. Mademoiselle means the very same in my native tongue.

[video]

[wolfwild]

The very same? You're certain? [ of course he's certain, she chides herself. it's his own language. isn't it? but how can she be certain that he isn't lying. or playing. ]

Well. I suppose I will allow it, in that case.

[video]

[thestormcomes]

[Be grateful he didn't call her Madame. That's for married women and ladies over the age of thirty.]

Is ser not an honorific in your own land?

[All right, that is teasing.]

[video]

[wolfwild]

Is there something else you'd rather I call you?

[ whatever still remains of her lilting playful tone, she means this one in earnest. ]

[video]

[thestormcomes]

No, Ser Athos is perfectly acceptable, my Lady. From where do you hail?

[He knows what it's like coming from an entirely different time...wherever Lyanna is from, it can't be all that different from Europe.]

[video]

[wolfwild]

Winterfell, ser. In Westeros.

[video]

[thestormcomes]

What sort of a land is that?

[Because he studied, he was a noble, and Westeros is definitely not in Europe.]

[video]

[wolfwild]

A land of Seven Kingdoms, ser. The North being the best of them all.

[video]

[thestormcomes]

Is it really? [He laughs - her insistence is very convincing.] And what makes it the best?

[video]

[wolfwild]

The people! The open heaths. The weirwood trees. Our songs, our stories, our hearty cooking! Why, everything. But best of all our pretty pale winter roses.

[video]

[thestormcomes]

[Athos has been to parts of England where these descriptions sound startlingly familiar, but even northern France - where his own family's home rests - resembles the rolling hills and rustic style of food.

Sometimes he hates how snobbish Parisians are.]

...What is a weirwood tree?

[video]

[wolfwild]

A beautiful tree, ser. With bark as white as fresh snow and leaves like a red sunrise.

[video]

[thestormcomes]

I have never seen such a tree.

[Starkly beautiful as it sounds...no pun intended.]

One day I hope I will.

[video]

[wolfwild]

I'm shocked there is not at least one to be found, here.

[video]

[thestormcomes]

We have a great forest, you may see one there. If you do, let me know.

[video]

[wolfwild]

Do not be offended, ser, when I say I would rather spend my time looking for a road out of here than wandering its woods.

[video]

[thestormcomes]

[No offense taken.]

Take care not to lose your way in the woods, they have proved treacherous to others. And while I do not wish to puncture your hopes, the way out from this place does not exist.

[video]

[wolfwild]

Ways out exist for every place. No realm is truly an island. Not even the islands themselves, for there are ships.

[video]

[thestormcomes]

The walls here are not visible. Should you walk in one direction long enough, they will deposit you precisely where you started.

[He really doesn't want to discourage her, but the conventional methods of travel do not work well here.]

There are horses, means by which one might move more swiftly, but they cannot go as far as we would like. I am sorry, My Lady.

[video]

[wolfwild]

Have you tried?

[video]

[thestormcomes]

Many times.

[And he has also failed. Many times.]

[video]

[wolfwild]

Perhaps you have not tried hard enough -- [ she says stubbornly. of course, she does not mean him any disservice or insult. but it is hard to swallow such a premise, and she will be mercenary in her attempt to disprove it. ]

[video]

[thestormcomes]

[He doesn't deign to reply verbally, but he does give her a look.]

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[wolfwild]

[ a heartbeat. ]