Alysane is not good with subtlety and trickery. She does not know secrets outside of combat tactics and she does not keep them either. Her biggest secret--the father of her children--and even that she could not keep from her elder sister. She lifts her gaze from the table top littered with metallic barrels and pieces, their livelihood, and her voice rumbles from within her chest. "I can't do this, Dace..."
{{the facade she had been hiding behind falling like bricks onto concrete. shattering the ground she stands on}}
"I talked to some people today. And what they said, well--it made a lot of sense. Things about what's going on right now and where things are probably going to end up. --I talked with Stannis today."
She's a little girl again, looking to her big sister for approval. Don't be mad, Dace. Please. Her jaw sets in place and brown eyes lock onto her sister, daring Dacey to challenge her. Her defense mechanism locking into place, ferocity to hide fear.















