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[isinganyway]

I understand that I am in a distant land very far from my own, and I should like to think I am grateful for the chance to travel. Though - I am sorry to say it, and hope I do not cause offense - the high lords of the Initiative have been misled to think a lowly baseborn girl of simple upbringing could assist them in their struggle.

Even so, I worry for my companions. Perhaps, if any hear this, you might be so kind as to attend for them? I seek the following: A man of middling years, small and thin, with close-cropped dark hair shot with grey and a short, pointed beard, who wears a mockingbird upon his breast. A boy of six, small and pale, with brown hair and large eyes, who may have the sigil of a falcon sewn upon his clothing; I am his guardian and must know where he is at once. A young woman, tall, with dark hair and blue eyes, most likely in men's dress. Alayne Stone seeks them.

You have my thanks.

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[graciousness]

Please. Keep warm. I will come there as fast as I can. Do you need anything? something warm or something to eat?

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[isinganyway]

I came from home warmly dressed, but...food would not go amiss.

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[graciousness]

I will bring you bread and some fruit. Apples, maybe. They're fresh and I will lead you back to where we all live, we can find your chambers once we will arrive back.

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[isinganyway]

You're so good to help me.

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[graciousness]

[ Gwen will arrive after that, trusting that at least the girl in question had seen her enough to recognize her, even if it doesn't work the other way around. Dressed in soft purple, a few wildflowers in her hair, she is simply looking but welcoming; something about the soft curve of her lips to a little smile, the way she carries herself with nothing but humility. ]

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[isinganyway]

[ Alayne is somber in contrast. Dressed in warm dark lambswool, she makes a thin, delicate figure. When she recognizes Gwen, she approaches. ]

Guinevere?

[graciousness]

Alayne.

[ she thinks of a curtsy for the girl is beautiful and refined but keeps herself from the habit. She smiles a moment later, all warmth, nearly motherly. ]

Are you well? I brought you water and some food.

[isinganyway]

I am she. [ Alayne is worldly enough to recognize the manner and bearing of a servant, though there is something else about the darker girl...an unrefined sort of grace. ]

You are so good to help me.

[graciousness]

Not at all, you must not think about it. Here -

[ she hands her an apple, red and sweet and fresh. ]

Eat this until we arrive. I will walk you there. Have you received a paper here with the number of your chambers?

[isinganyway]

[ Alayne bites into the apple, relishing the tart sweetness of the juice that fills her mouth. Once she swallows, she pulls a neatly-folded paper from her pocket and hands it to Gwen. ]

Yes, though they are passing strange.

[graciousness]

It is one place, my lady. And everyone live there in different chambers. You share them with two more or one more. But not your chambers, just the - the kitchen and the like.

[isinganyway]

Not unlike a castle, then. But...am I to live with complete strangers?

[graciousness]

You will know them over time. And if any of them is unkind, tell me and I shall try and ask my friends what can be done so you may change into different chambers.

[isinganyway]

[ (The thought does not even occur to her that her roommates might be anything but female. She will be grateful for that later.) ]

You are so good to a stranger. If there's any way I might repay you, please tell me.

[graciousness]

You are not a stranger anymore and there is no need to repay me. Simply promise me that you would ask if if you needed anything. I know a little of the technology of this world and - I have been a maidservant before I came her and a seamstress too.

[isinganyway]

I promise. [ Alayne smiles sweetly. ] What a comfort you are, Gwen.

[graciousness]

You flatter me, my lady.

[ she does not mean to use the honorific, it's that the other woman is gentle and beautiful and rather ladylike, baseborn or not. ]

I would continue to be so, if you'll allow it.

[isinganyway]

[ With that courtesy it's so easy to fall into Alayne's familiar, ladylike steps. ]

Allow it? Why, I should be glad for it. This land is so strange and frightening, and I welcome your assistance.