[ open + closed ] In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man

[warfares]

Who: kylo ren + you
When: the entirety of august
Where: around various places, including the coven, smugha cave and the wilde
What: monthly catch-all.
Warnings: TO BE UPDATED. his quest with rey does involve giant spiders and the possibility of violence. otherwise, violence is a given. magical shenanigans, potentially. kylo being kylo.

Notes: starters will be in the comments. if you'd like anything specific, either pm this journal or message me at resurrectionist.

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[mislike]

I do not have much more-- only that people seem to collectively remember these places, as if in a dream. I have one, too. But it is... brief, and I know not enough about it to say.

[She remembers a feast at a table. There were others there, even someone she has since met here, but she doesn't remember much more, and she rarely talks about it for fear of coming off as mad or a fool.

Her footfalls are careful as she bends over a pool to look into its waters. She's careful of it, but it's hard not to wonder. Turning to look at Kylo, she isn't sure how to address that statement.]

I think it has many purposes. It seems more useful than Parliament itself, but it's boundaries are the witches. It seems to host more of the history of this place than anywhere else, save for Parliament but even that is... [She purses her lips to try and be as diplomatic as possible.] Convoluted. I believe they mean to help here, above all.

[And she isn't being optimistic here. Sansa did not trust them at first, and part of her still doesn't. After all their arrival still benefits this world. But she does find some in the Coven genuine, and that is a rare thing.]

[warfares]

( ah, he understands.

or at least he believes that he does. he'd experienced something similar, himself, when he'd first arrived. had found himself walking the length of a dark forest, one infested with the cwyld.

rey had been there and had lead him back to the light. something that had become a habit, of late.

he deliberately avoided dwelling on it — though it remained tucked away in the corner of his mind.

sansa's displeasure is evident, however. lips pursing as she searches for words that will convey her meaning without having to outright name them. he recognizes that expression all too well. )

Do monsters not serve in Parliament?

[mislike]

They do. I do not know much of them though. Lady Denholm has me working with the mirrorbound specifically.

[Though one would think they would want to go to their own, but many do not trust anyone who isn't mirrorbound. Probably for good reason.]

It is a large-- council of sorts. The bureaucracy makes it hard to do anything. It is frustrating at best.

[warfares]

I'm aware of the concept.

( it reminds him of the senate — and with that connection comes the acidic bite of disdain. mistrust. it's difficult to look at prior experience and to expect that somehow this time it will be different. )

[mislike]

We do not have them back home-- at least not in Westeros. I am sure it might work for some, but it seems almost useless here. [No, she's far more used to an oligarchy, and it's hard to shake that off.]

I am fortunate to work in my position though. I just want to do something.

[Which is why she finds herself nearly crawling through the caves with him.]

[warfares]

Then do something. ( something other than this. much as he understands the desire, she doesn't exactly strike him as suited to this particular task. there are risks, here. dangers enough to give even him pause.

and who is she? what does she bring with her beyond dead weight and conversation? a conversation that seems to be less directed toward him than at him. as if she's trying to talk her way to some kind of resolution.

whatever.

he pushes deeper into the cavern, mindful of his steps, and heads toward the leftmost tunnel. it's the same tunnel he'd taken, before. the mission brief had been left just broad enough that he's reasonably confident in the choice. )

Do you know what is required of you?

[mislike]

[She isn't surprised by his bluntness. Mayhaps as a younger girl she may have, but now she find it more refreshing.]

In some ways. [She walked along, throwing her light a little farther to try and see, mostly to watch where she was walking.]

I am an apprentice, I suppose. I learn mostly, help where I can. I am used to the politics, but there is often little action taken by them. A lot of it is paper work. I am-- unused to it.

[She sighs, not wanting to sound ungrateful for what they have given to her. Sansa is used to giving orders herself. Now that Winterfell is Jon's, she has ruled in his stead. Things worked a lot faster when she had loyal bannermen. It isn't so easy to just do something, but she was playing their game in hopes of eventually being in a place where she could do something.]