Well, a friend of mine is a sorcerer as well. I have seen her doing it. It is different from what you can do. She can make things appear and disappear and go to other realms. [And he got uncomfortable because of it and it finally ended up in a fall out.] It is odd to live amongst people who rely on magic.
[Normally Robb does not doubt his bravery. But now he is here, away from what he has left behind at home and struggling with all that had been so normal to him at first, he wonders if he truly is brave enough.]
Ah... [There is hesitation in his voice.] Very well then. But if my hands end up scorched I have to take up my sword. [If he can hold one with burned hands.
Slowly he extends a hand towards her.] I hope it is wise of me to trust a stranger.
To different realms? [her eyebrows go up] That is a new one for me. There are different realms in my world, but not many of them are accessible by magic alone - and one cannot make something disappear there at their will.
[she wasn't expecting him to build his bravery so soon, but it does make her smile - not the mischievous sort, but a genuine one. She uncrosses her arms]
If your hands end up scorched I will bow my head to make the cut all the more easier.
[she murmurs under her breath, bringing the little flame back to life. And, as if the thing in her hand is a solid object, places it in his hand.
It's warm; comfortably so, and it simply hovers there above the palm of his hand. She drops her own hand and tilts her head at him, eyebrows raised as if to say "I told you so"]
You've chosen wisely, as I am the honest sort of stranger.
Yeah...I think so. [He frowns and tries to recall the things Hermione did.] She could get letters from here to my home. But eventually...I only chose to send the one to my lady wife. It could be a different sort of magic. She is a sorcerer after all. She can do things I only hear of in stories of old. [A melancholic smile appears on his face.] My brother Bran loves to hear them...
[Robb can see his hands tremble a little and he tells himself that there is nothing wrong with being afraid. And that there is nothing wrong with showing it either.]
That would be rather messy. I would not bestow a death sentence upon you. I am no king here.
[So all he does is watching and readying himself to pull away the second his skin would burn. And he smiles when it doesn’t. All he feels is warmth and the odd sensation that he is holding actual fire in his hands.]
I am not known for being good at judging people.
[There’s a bitter smile around his face. He surely misjudged lord Bolton there. Cunning he might be, but he never thought him a traitor.]
That is very true - I have seen and heard of magic far different from what my world has to offer here and elsewhere. I would not be surprised. [no, she would be - she's a magic nerd. She tilts her head] A younger brother?
[if she sees his hands trembling, she doesn't give it any attention; after all, he's trusting her with this, and as much as she teases, it does mean something.
What he says does strike a chord, though, and her smile is just a bit wry]
Well neither am I, but perhaps this is the start to better judgement, yes?
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[Normally Robb does not doubt his bravery. But now he is here, away from what he has left behind at home and struggling with all that had been so normal to him at first, he wonders if he truly is brave enough.]
Ah... [There is hesitation in his voice.] Very well then. But if my hands end up scorched I have to take up my sword. [If he can hold one with burned hands.
Slowly he extends a hand towards her.] I hope it is wise of me to trust a stranger.
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[she wasn't expecting him to build his bravery so soon, but it does make her smile - not the mischievous sort, but a genuine one. She uncrosses her arms]
If your hands end up scorched I will bow my head to make the cut all the more easier.
[she murmurs under her breath, bringing the little flame back to life. And, as if the thing in her hand is a solid object, places it in his hand.
It's warm; comfortably so, and it simply hovers there above the palm of his hand. She drops her own hand and tilts her head at him, eyebrows raised as if to say "I told you so"]
You've chosen wisely, as I am the honest sort of stranger.
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[Robb can see his hands tremble a little and he tells himself that there is nothing wrong with being afraid. And that there is nothing wrong with showing it either.]
That would be rather messy. I would not bestow a death sentence upon you. I am no king here.
[So all he does is watching and readying himself to pull away the second his skin would burn. And he smiles when it doesn’t. All he feels is warmth and the odd sensation that he is holding actual fire in his hands.]
I am not known for being good at judging people.
[There’s a bitter smile around his face. He surely misjudged lord Bolton there. Cunning he might be, but he never thought him a traitor.]
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[if she sees his hands trembling, she doesn't give it any attention; after all, he's trusting her with this, and as much as she teases, it does mean something.
What he says does strike a chord, though, and her smile is just a bit wry]
Well neither am I, but perhaps this is the start to better judgement, yes?
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[He nods when she mentions his brother.]
Yes, Bran is his name. He is not here anymore. The lords of Atroma sent him back. [To misery and an inevitable end of his life.]
Different judgement. Not the one I used back in Westeros.
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[her expression turns a bit sympathetic, even if the smile remains] I am sorry to hear that. Should he return, you will have to introduce us, yes?
[she tilts her head, eyebrows raised]
Different, then.