As she finds herself with less and less control over her situation, Brienne's mind turns more and more to the things she had clung to before coming to the Crucible.
From the corner of the room she had watched the players last night, for there is little that can soothe her like a song. With no purpose for coin and only her polite applause to offer, Brienne waits until the next morning, braves the cold to find Yorick and bring him a meager gift. A small magical story tablet she thinks she's found that perhaps he might find use for: aptly titled For You, which she offers him in thanks for his entertainment, especially that one song about the boy and his boat, which she hopes to hear again someday.
Brienne is more savvy than she thinks herself; she knows that if anyone would have spotted who she seeks, it would be the man who watches comings and goings. A mummer especially would have a good eye for anyone who might stand out (and probably especially those who try not to).
She wants to know if he's ever heard tale of or seen either of two sisters pass through. Both young, not yet flowered. One, tall and lovely, with beautiful long auburn hair. The other, smaller and more plain, with dark features.
And if he hasn't, perhaps he will point her in the direction of digging up the information on her own. She does not wish for evidence of Sansa or Arya Stark here (or any young girls for that matter), but she is yet compelled to seek it; it is her one true purpose, after all.
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From the corner of the room she had watched the players last night, for there is little that can soothe her like a song. With no purpose for coin and only her polite applause to offer, Brienne waits until the next morning, braves the cold to find Yorick and bring him a meager gift. A small magical story tablet she thinks she's found that perhaps he might find use for: aptly titled For You, which she offers him in thanks for his entertainment, especially that one song about the boy and his boat, which she hopes to hear again someday.
Brienne is more savvy than she thinks herself; she knows that if anyone would have spotted who she seeks, it would be the man who watches comings and goings. A mummer especially would have a good eye for anyone who might stand out (and probably especially those who try not to).
She wants to know if he's ever heard tale of or seen either of two sisters pass through. Both young, not yet flowered. One, tall and lovely, with beautiful long auburn hair. The other, smaller and more plain, with dark features.
And if he hasn't, perhaps he will point her in the direction of digging up the information on her own. She does not wish for evidence of Sansa or Arya Stark here (or any young girls for that matter), but she is yet compelled to seek it; it is her one true purpose, after all.