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[alayne]

[ This is evidently the first time she is doing this, anyone can tell and she knows it; it is clear by the little frown, the uncertainty. there is nervousness and fear, too, but those she knows how to hide. A moment later and the confusion is tucked away and she offers a little graceful bow ]

Fellow residents, I hope this finds you well.

[ She knows grace well, the girl. The one who came before wore it a little better than her but a baseborn girl must not have the gracefulness of a highborn lady. ]

I am Alayne Stone, a newcomer to your city. Some of you I have met already, those who have been kind enough to help me upon my arrival, my thanks to you.

[ she tucks a strand of chestnut brown hair behind an ear ]

I ask for advice and counsel. I know little of the ways of the city nor what is expected of me during my stay. I know of the gods, a little.

[ and already she fears them, all of them ]

Are there any vendors in the city? I am searching for fabrics, in specific and if - if there is a need for tunics or breeches or dresses, I would be pleased to offer my services, I was oft told my stitch-work and embroidery are pleasing.

[ a breath. she attempts a smile ]

My thanks for your time and your counsel.

Comments

[crowboy]

[Corbin is obviously unused to using cameras of any sort, he's peering at the screen instead of the camera, and it's not really facing the right way when he turns it on, giving "Alayne" an awkward view of half his face at first]

If'n I c'n fin' the fabric, I'd be happy t' barter fer a shirt. Mine's a bit of a sight.

[By which he means it's got bullet holes and blood all over it, but he doesn't want to talk about things in front of someone who seems nice.]

I jes got here, so I can't really tell ya 'bout the gods or anythin', but I c'n draw ya a map of the place if'n ya need that.

[alayne]

[ she is fortunate enough to have had her sister's help or else she would be as lost. have no fear, Corbin, she minds it very little. ]

A map shall be of great help. I heard of a lady who might help with fabrics. I shall help and mend your shirt, if it pleases you.

[ and ask for nothing in return, not from a newcomer. arrivals here are so cruel, after all ]

[crowboy]

It'd please me ver' much, miss.

[And he smiles, because he is so ready to get out of this shirt, he soaked it in the sink, so most of the blood is out, but it's still got holes in it.]

I'll get th' map drawn up an' take it over to ya. Wherebouts ya at?

[If she doesn't insist, he'll still owe her one, he knows he doesn't have much to trade with right now anyway.]

[alayne]

You are well-met, I trust. Only, I do not know your name.

[ a reminder accompanied by a little smile ]

I can meet you near the houses, if it pleases you.

[crowboy]

[He blushes a bit and looks sheepish]

Oh, sorry 'bout that miss. I'm Corbin Blair. What's yer name, miss?

[He nods]

Thos're the ones that look like lil snail shells in th' ground?

[He'd seen people around them, and had flown a bit closer to get a better idea of what they were. He preferred the towers, he was already far enough underground for his taste without going under what ground they had.]

[alayne]

Alayne Stone, if it pleases you.

[and a nod at his question ]

Yes, I trust we are speaking of the same place.

[ Alayne is a child of the Eyrie, by right she should have wished to live in the towers herself. but looking at them reminds her of the moon door, of being so close to the edge, crying and hysteric, of watching lysa arryn fall ]

[crowboy]

That's a pretty name, Miss Alayne.

[And he means it sincerely, alright so she's pretty, and he wouldn't mind if she liked him. But, he's got other things to think about too, and he knows nothing fucks up a friendship like flirting where it's not particularly wanted. He figures he needs friends right now, a girlfriend can come along later.]

[Corbin loves heights, the towers have an excellent view, and since he could change, it made getting up to the top floors a simple enough matter. He needed to find some rope and pullies though, crows couldn't carry much just yet]

Right, I'll let ya know when I c'n brin' it by... Is yer handwritin' any good? Mine's... rough lookin'. Ma sez I write like a pig holdin' the pen 'tween it's teeth.

[And that's not taking into account his "spelling"]

[alayne]

My thanks.

[ a small smile. she has been told that quite a lot. a compliment she will have to give Petyr if they ever meet again. She thinks he might still be the most dangerous man in the world, even in this realm. ]

It is good, I was told. I was taught as a child.

[ beautiful, Sansa's septa would have said but Alayne Stone had no septa. ]

[crowboy]

Woudja min' writin' the names on the map then? I c'n tell ya what's what, my handwritin' ain't so good though.

[No one would ever call Corbin's handwriting beautiful. Or even passable]

[alayne]

I would not mind, it would hardly be trouble.

[ at the very least, she can understand her own handwriting well enough, learn how to pronounce the names, mayhaps mark the places she should stay away from and other places which might be of use. ]

Would you care for one? a map? I could write them for you, as well.