TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

She's a new muse for me, hope she's okay!

[lonelylovelylethal]

Val can't say she knows Jon Snow very well, but she knows him well enough. Well enough to know that his smiles were rare, and that she should be pleased with that twist of his lips. And well enough to notice the lack of scars, and the fact that he looks less preoccupied than when she last saw him.

She can't imagine why. Jon, she thinks, is a natural worrier, and this place seems worrisome. "Caer Glaem," she repeats slowly. "It's much larger than Castle Black. And you say it's all magic?"

Magic was another thing that worried her. A sword without a hilt she heard her sister saying in her head, as she lifted a hand a ran a quick finger along Jon's cheek. "Is magic what took your scars?"

she's wonderful so far!!

[baseborne]

A sword without a hilt, he remembers. Rather, he recalls the words, but perhaps not how wise they are anymore. Despite Val's warnings, despite her sister's, he has learned not to mind the cuts on his hands. What was such a small amount of hurt when his sisters and his brothers lived and breathed again, when he could protect them as he'd failed to do in Westeros?

Would Val trade certainty and the comfort of a hilt to see her sister's smile again?

He has more sense than to pose the question. A wildling woman, when offended, can do much more than slap. "Not the stones, perhaps. Not like the Wall is. But those that live in it.... aye, all. You too, now. There's a thing inside you, they call it a shard, and it has a power that you might use if you wish to. It's why you're here in the first place."

His skin tingles where her finger touches. He'd gotten so used to the scar tissue there that even a month later any brush against the new, smooth skin felt alien again. "It did. Those... and all the others." The arrow wound through his thigh. The knife wound in his belly and the two in his back. There were times he could almost forget that it hadn't all been a bad dream, now.

thanks! sorry for the late reply, busy week!

[lonelylovelylethal]

Val might trade just about anything to see her sister again. But it's a good thing Jon doesn't mention it. She knows it's impossible, and there's nothing she can trade, in any case.

"Yes, they said that about a shard, but I don't understand. Magic? In me? How can such a thing happen?" She wonders for a moment if it was something that the Red Woman did to them both. "And how would I use it? Are you using magic here, Lord Snow?"

It's a lot of questions, she knows, but Val's entirely out of her element here, and Jon Snow is the only familiar face she sees. She hates to admit being worried or frightened, but she is, a bit. Seeing his face is reassuring, in a way.

Even without the scars. She sees his reaction to her touch, and quickly drops her hands. "Aye, the others." It was the last thing she remembers, before arriving here -- watching the commotion at Castle Black from her tower, hearing the shouts of all the men gathering in the yard, as Jon Snow fell to the ground, bleeding red against so much white. "You're all healed then?"