—(••÷[ςάήςά ςτάʀк]÷••)— (isherarmor) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2018-07-19 11:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! post: network, got: alleras (riddlesphinx), got: daenerys targaryen (dragonsong) |
[text; then video]
[Once the dust has cleared (in all ways literal and not) it's easier to accept than she would have once thought. She was just ...somewhere else.
Again
She's had time to think, to turn the little device over in her hands, to inspect and unlock what secrets she could, all the while comparing it to the three that came before it - (Forge, Tablet, ...phone?) as the slow waves of memory returned - both of her own home and of the in between places that peppered those memories: two strange and oft dangerous, unpredictable lands and one hell.
Which is this, then?
It very well could be a hell.
But.
Inspecting too, her hands, the faint lines of scarring not quite as visible as they once were - the trace of a symbol or word etched into her skin, worrying at the corner of her lip with her littlest finger, still absent its tip.
Worrying at the growing ache in her breast, needling at it - the realization that she is alone again and wolfless.
Sisterless.
(Brotherless.)
---that hits her harder, her brother (half, he's only half) with the memory of Arya on its heels, gained and lost to her all over again.
The wince is instinctual and she's swallowing hard but does not cry out - it's all ache and coppering ashes in her mouth. A mouth which sets into a hard line - fingers on the keys and grasping hard - all the anger and sadness and bitter disappointment that's risen up in the wake of those memories - unknowingly firing off a senseless string of text.]
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[And a long moment later, after she's read and read again - wondering how well the rules are enforced here, she's gone from text to video, though the screen's obscured by her dark skirts. Her voice is steady, almost playful:]
Am I to understand I need a guardian in this place? And if my age is altogether unclear ...does that make any difference? I dont wish to be difficult, but I'm a woman grown and have managed on my own well enough.