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[ Alayne Stone touches her hair which, thankfully, still holds the burnt brown needed to keep whispers of Sansa Stark away. But the dye will not hold indefinitely and soon, her roots will show Tully red. ]
It will not keep forever, milady. If they see it to be a lie, will they think me false? I promised Bran that I would not tarry in returning his sister to him, but— but now is too soon, I've yet to learn all the pieces and understand the way in which they move.
You say that father will be with me soon, and I am eager to see him again, yes. He will know what to do, father is clever and bold, but. What of young Lord Stark? Will father bid me abandon him — is it to be more lies and Arbor gold? [ Alayne keeps herself from frowning. Too many lies woven by inelegant hands did nothing but spin a noose for which to hang one's self. ] It seems wrong to feed him falsehood. Have not the Starks suffered enough already?
[ ooc note; cut for possible A Storm of Swords/A Feast for Crows character arc spoilers. ]
It will not keep forever, milady. If they see it to be a lie, will they think me false? I promised Bran that I would not tarry in returning his sister to him, but— but now is too soon, I've yet to learn all the pieces and understand the way in which they move.
You say that father will be with me soon, and I am eager to see him again, yes. He will know what to do, father is clever and bold, but. What of young Lord Stark? Will father bid me abandon him — is it to be more lies and Arbor gold? [ Alayne keeps herself from frowning. Too many lies woven by inelegant hands did nothing but spin a noose for which to hang one's self. ] It seems wrong to feed him falsehood. Have not the Starks suffered enough already?
[ ooc note; cut for possible A Storm of Swords/A Feast for Crows character arc spoilers. ]
