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Dearest Jaye,
To what end could a mage possibly need the dung of an animal?
That is quite a queer request, in my estimation.
Though I do not claim to understand the ways of magic.

Were the animals frightened?
Were you?

More importantly: did you see the stars?
When you traveled to the station from the ship and back again.

Yours,
Alayne.

no idea. i guess it'd be flammable though? which is kinda worrying.
though i really don't know mages either so whatever.

the animals mostly looked like they really didn't want to be hit with a cattle prod (which is like a stick with electricity)
and. i don't know. i really didn't want to find out what they were doing with everyone. figured if they didn't catch me, i'd have a better chance at finding a way to fix that and get out.

yeah, i saw the stars. it was pretty cool. i was gonna get a picture on the way back but that was before i knew everything there was crazy. still got you the other stuff though!

Dearest Jaye,
Will you tell me more about the stars?
And what you saw about the station, about everything?
Except for the frightening parts, of course.
I fear those would only make me sick with worry.

Come to my room and I shall hear all abou it.
Every morsel you are willing to tell.
I'm afraid I've nothing to offer in return, not even stories.

Father and I proved quite boring, I'm sad to say.

Yours,
Alayne.

yeah of course. i'll bring the stuff over too. i wasn't entirely sure what you'd like but i have a lot so hopefully you like some of it. and i know you were looking for books, honestly these all kind of look boring to me but maybe you or your dad will think they're interesting. i never was a big reader.

don't worry about it. i don't need to be paid to talk, trust me.

give me ten minutes and i'll be there.

Dearest Jaye,
How on earth did you manage to carry it all?
Especially if you'd made yourself small for the journey over.
Did it cost a lot of money, were you left to barter away your things?
Or did you simply smile at all the boys,
as they tripped over themselves to give you their possessions?

[ Alayne smiles at her communicator then and it makes something ache inside her chest, for just half an hour ago she'd been quite unhappy — what with all the unwanted attention and her argument with Jon. ]

You are far too lovely, Jaye, and too kind.
For the books, for the thoughts — for everything, really.
As for the books, I know father would be eager to thank you himself.
He is far better read than I am, I find,
though some of the books he reads are quite boring in my estimation.
He was the Master of Coin once for the king,
and so is fond of ledgers and numbers, as well.
A grand tale isn't quite the same, of course,
but histories and the recollections of sometimes dry course of time
suit him equally well.

Ten minutes, then.
I will count the moments.

Yours,
Alayne.

thought about the smiling idea but they didn't talk AT ALL or really emote or anything so that was out. but i found some bags to stash things in, and all of it was unused due to the uh... nature of the place. for the journey over i just stashed the bags, had some over the back of the cow.

they're all kind of like... self-help books? how to be a better person and work in the community blah blah blah. if they were stories that'd be cool but it's looking like it's all mental exercises and stuff. it was a weird place so i guess they match.

i'm texting and walking, i knew this skill would come in handy one day.

Dearest Jaye,
Mental exercises — how very strange.
Perhaps then it is best for father to see, for I've no mind for such things
and father is endlessly clever.
Have you made his acquaintance?
Would you care to?
It would please me if you did.

In truth, I have difficulty with both,
but I've little experience with all of the buttons.
Better that you should come to me, then I to you.

Yours,
Alayne.

we talked about curtains once but that's about it.

5 minutes now.

Jaye,

Curtains.
Truly?

-Alayne.

yeah.
it was my first month here, i think.
i don't really remember how we got on that topic.

Dearest Jaye,

It seems a conversation that spoke to neither of your strong points.
Nor to your interests.
How very strange.
Did you know he was my father, then?

Yours,
Alayne.

maybe that's why we haven't spoken since
you'd mentioned it while we were talking, i think

Dearest Jaye,
He is not very fond of animals, I'm afraid.
But I do not think that will keep him from liking you.
Just so long as you promise never to bite him,
I believe common ground will not elude you.
He enjoys fine drink and the occasional gossip.
Though he is not fond of fighting, as you are wont to do.

Yours,
Alayne.

never have known what to do with people who don't like animals
and i won't bite him [ without a reason, anyway ] so he's safe there
we could probably bond over drinks & gossip though
i was a bartender once. i don't know if i ever told you that.

It is not that he finds them terrible, by any means.
But they make him uncomfortable, I think.
There is no reasoning with an animal when you have no talent for them.
An unnerving prospect for some, and doubly so for my father, I feel.

Did you work in a tavern?
Was it terribly bawdy?

Yours,
Alayne.

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well, they can be dangerous.
he's smart to remember that.

well, a bar. i guess that'd be the same sort of thing.
and it was sometimes.
before i got the bartending job i worked as a bouncer there -- security, basically.
so i had to kick people out sometimes.
once i was bartending, if anyone got too inappropriate, someone got to kick them out for me.

Jaye,

Might I ask a question?

-Alayne.

[ Well that's terrifying. ]

sure

[ She doesn't want to be rude! ]

Why do you enjoy fighting so well?
Why did you learn?

Is it because of your beauty?

[ Alayne knows the kind of attention beauty brings. She herself had been helpless against it, though she makes no indication of that aloud. Still, the implication hangs between her words. Would it have been wiser for her to learn how to fight, too?

(The answer: no. It would have spared her nothing.) ]

[ She doesn't answer right away, pausing in the halls to look down at her communicator. It's a question she could answer simply, but Alayne, she thinks, should know more of the story. ]

i'll tell you in person.
but i guess that is part of it.

[ And Jaye will be at her room soon, a bag of goods from the outpost slung over her shoulder. ]

[ Alayne wonders if she has spoken too freely, panic prickling at her skin during the silence that proceeds Jaye's answer. When it finally comes, she finds it in herself to breathe easy again, giving a short nod to the device in her hand even though there is no one or nothing to see it. ]

In person, then.

[ When Jaye arrives, Alayne is busying herself about the room, trying to make sure that it is tidy and that she herself is presentable (as if there was any doubt; she always is) ]

[ Jaye does knock, but since Alayne is expecting her she doesn't wait long, slipping inside with her bag. She immediately looks at Alayne to see if she looks well, and then her gaze goes to find Lady to do the same. ]

You can take whatever's in this bag, if you like it. If not, I can find another home for it.

[ It seem a bit silly to say "hi" when they were just texting. ]

[ It may seem silly to say hello when they were just texting but Alayne's response is more than engrained, her hands finding her skirt to lit it slightly as she dips in her usual bow of greeting. Still, she smiles and does not avert her gaze as she does so — a sign, albeit difficult to discern for non-Westerosi, of their friendship.

Lady pads over immediately to snuffle and sniff at Jaye's delivery. Surprise colors Alayne's expression. ] How ever did you manage to carry it all?

[ A smile is a smile, and Jaye returns it before shifting her weight to scratch Lady behind the ears. ] Maybe we'll have something for you in here too, huh Lady?

They had bags. [ Like the one she brought. ] And I took a few trips in between the shuttle and the rest of the outpost.

[ Lady whimpers, not having had much attention nor company during the stop at Strela (none save Petyr and Alayne herself). Her nosing turns eagerly from the bag to Jaye herself, looking for smells both new and familiar. ]

You are as strong as you are brave and stubborn, [ Alayne declares with a grateful smile. (It is good to see her, she thinks. Had she been lonely all this time but hadn't noticed?) ] May— may I embrace you in greeting?

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