TEST DRIVE MEME

[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!

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[wolfskin]

[ a wolf never does well inside a cage, a direwolf even less so.

where a wolf would thrash and snarl against the bars trapping it, robb remains calm. eerily so. he wears the mask of the lord, hiding his disquiet and distrust, refusing all food and drink for there is little that binds these people to the guest right of his lands. the food could be laced with poison, as too the drink.

so the feasting is ignored and the young wolf searches instead. searches for any who bare the familiar look or sound of westeros, searches for the faces of his family or friends. for his mother and sisters and little brothers, as selfish as such a hope feels.

it is her dress that draws his eye, simple yet familiar in the manner of it's making (for a second he thinks he sees someone familiar.) so he approaches, expression softening to prevent scaring the girl. it is likely she has been stolen from her home the same as robb, he does not wish to cause her more stress than she must already be suffering. ]

My lady. [ a simple greeting with a short bow of his head. robb may not be wearing his crown, but he is a king still and it shows in his mannerisms. ] I would ask you a question, if you would permit it.

[wolfskin]

[ she raises her head to look at him and robb's heart leaps into his throat. it has been so long since he has seen his sisters, but he has not forgotten their faces. in his memories they are smiling and laughing in the halls of winterfell. in his memories they are happy, all of them, with father and mother.

her hair is wrong, darker than it should be, but her eyes are still the same. those tully blue eyes that he shares. her brown hair turns to red in his eyes and he cannot shake it. robb's mask slips and shock decorates his lines, a shock and disbelief that it could be his sister standing before him. (how little he knows.) ]

San─ [ her name stumbles forth from his mouth, broken up out of fear should he speak it fully she shall disappear from his sight. he thinks he reach out and touch her, to calm the distress that shines so clearly in her eyes but he cannot lift his hands. ]

Is it─ Can it truly be you?

[ by the gods, he prays it is. by the old gods and the new, he hopes so selfishly that sansa is returned to him. ]

[wolfskin]

Alayne Stone? [ robb's brow furrows with both confusions and hurt. stone is a bastard name and his sister is everything but a bastard. she is of noble blood, the blood of winterfell, of the first men, of eddard and catelyn stark. what would possess her to take up the name of a bastard from the vale? ]

Why? [ he does not understand. ] Why do you beg me to call you what are you are not? Do you mean to say that you are not my sister?

[ his words are sharper than he intends and guilt wracks his stomach as they fall. there must be a reason, he knows that much, sansa would not deny herself unless there were a reason for it. providing it is indeed sansa who stands before him.

but it must be, as dark as her hair has become her face remains the same. only painted with grief instead of laughter. ]

[wolfskin]

[ she does not deny it. she does not deny being his sister and relief spreads throughout his chest, mixing with the confusion that has settled there.

for her protection she assume the name of a bastard, and that alone sends his mind into worry. what happened in king's landing that caused this? what have the lannisters done? ]

I swear. [ his fingers curl into fists, leather creaking at the pressure. he would embrace her now if he could. ] I swear I shall protect you, whatever the cost. [ as he should have done. as he was going to do. ]

[wolfskin]

[ his fists relax in her hands, uncurling without resistance. she bends down to kiss them and part of him thinks it to be wrong, a sweet gesture certainly but one of lower station. he swore to keep her secret, to protect her even if it means to lie, but still he struggles with the reality of that choice. that he must treat her like a stone and not a stark, at least in front of prying eyes.

robb smiles back at her, fingers brushing against her skin.

she is returned to him, his loving sister, and for that he is happy and guilty at the same time. he should have saved her sooner, he should have saved her and arya both. he still means to. ]

Will you walk with me? [ the feast suddenly feels more unsafe than before and robb desires to embrace his sister again, to hold her close for the first time in so long. ]

[wolfskin]

[ with a hand resting on top of her own robb leads her from the revelry, from those unknown eyes and stuffy air. though knowing little of the great hall he walks with purpose, following the halls until it brings them out into the fresh evening air.

he waits for a moment, blue eyes casting a look behind them and once he is certain that they were not followed he exhales. tension draining from his limbs. ]

I was coming for you. [ robb begins to speak almost with uncertainty, he feels as if he failed by the look of her now. older and wiser, with dark hair and a false name. ] I was coming for you and Arya both. [ he had failed their father, but he would not fail them. ]

I pray you will forgive me, I made you wait far too long.

[wolfskin]

[ he rests his head in her hand, eyes closing briefly and his lips curve into a smile. it does little to ease his guilt, but for the moment it eases his mind. ]

I would have come sooner. [ saved father alongside them, were that his feet moved as swiftly as a raven flies. ] Taken you from their claws and back to Winterfell. I prayed for the day we would return together and I would hear you laugh again.

[ prayed for home. for his family. ]

I must sound foolish, speaking of things I would have done and dreams. I will do them still, when these courts are done with me.