OPEN; how could anything bad ever happen to you?

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Who: Sansa and others
What: test drive catch-all and may event threads
When: throughout may for the event
Where: all over!

Content Warnings: Will add as things progress!

We all have a hunger.

It's easy to fall back into rhythm with Lady. The direwolf is a miracle, even though Sansa's stopped believing in things like miracles; she knows it is her, and Lady remembers her. During her first few nights in Milton Sansa slept with the wolf curled against her body, the two of them nested together like they used to do back in Winterfell.

Warmth, especially body warmth, can spell the difference between life or death during winter.

These days Sansa finds herself in something of a routine: she wakes early, lets Lady out to do her business and stretch her legs, and then says a quiet prayer to both the Old Gods and the Seven. For her father, and her mother, and her brothers and sister and everyone else who have died.

Then she goes through what reading material is available at the community center. She'll run out eventually; it's a lot like studying, only without a septa or a maester guiding her, but she'll make do.

Sansa's easy to find like this: either walking with Lady as the direwolf maps out the town, sitting by a window and reading, or trying to help with something. Anything.

Just try not to come up from behind when approaching her; she always has her knife with her.

[ Happy to write a closed starter for the event! Send me a journal PM or ping me on plurk (weirwood) to plot something out. Also moving test drive threads here just to keep things neat. ]

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lmk if this is okay also!

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The person—

Oh. Sansa is taken aback, just a little, by the appearance of the person that's speaking to her. A mask, perhaps? They're wearing something that seems to have two tapered points, almost like horns or carapaces, and a flowing red shift. Truthfully, their appearance is unsettling, but Sansa's pleased to find herself only confused instead of disturbed.

She politely sets the book down and looks at where their eyes must be. "A book about... babysitting." Sansa understands very few things about the story, which seems to be a fiction, but she's nonetheless entertained by the antics of the children featured in it. "Why are you carrying so many things?"

[weavered]

There's books about babysitting? She supposes that would be something to write a book about: an instructional guide to caring for children. It made sense in her mind that it existed, but it surprised her all the same. Were there children here as well? She wonders, for a moment, what sort of book Midwife would have written, but she's skeptical about her practice with childrearing.

"I see." What more could she say about that?

She tilts her head, then glances down at the bundle of fur in her arms. "Ah." Yes, that is a little obvious, isn't it? "Randvi told me about a communal cache of warm clothing. I ... will need to find someone to make alterations, but I believed these would be most helpful to keep warm."

She couldn't stay inside - but her shift was not enough. "I unfortunately lack the skill." Weaving was one thing, creating something with it was another.

[clothed]

Alterations on clothes—Sansa all but lights up at the mention of it.

"I can make it," she offers eagerly, shutting her book closed in her excitement even as she tries to tamp her feelings down. "If you'll give me your measurements and what you'd like done, I would happily sew it for you. Do you have patterns for what you like? Or a garment I could study?"

Dress and clothesmaking may be her only true hobby, and it's far more practical than daydreaming about princes and singing songs of knightly valour. She hasn't done much of the latter in the past few years, and she's done much of the former to cope with her experiences.

She could even ask Lady Randvi for advice, now that current company has mentioned her. She likes Lady Randvi; they understand each other well enough, seemingly coming from similar realms. This would give Sansa a reason to seek her out.

But first: manners. "I'm Lyanna," Sansa offers. "Would you sit with me, speak with me about these?"

[weavered]

What luck! She did not anticipate finding someone so quickly who could assist. Perhaps, if she was amenable, she could even teach Hornet how to sew! She excited walks closer, setting what clothing she deemed warm near to where Lyanna was sitting, and then shakes her head at her question.

"I do not have much. I arrived in what I have and it is not warm enough to withstand the cold." She glances around where Lyanna has set herself up, and finds a chair to sit on. Clambering up, she then settles in and continues. "I know not what would work for this weather. I'm unfamiliar with patterns - not many of mind kind wear much cloth, so I would be happy with your recommendations."

She gestures to the pile of furs and fabric on the floor.

"They are all sized for the average human." She's yet to see a human child to really understand the disparity, or the fact she is roughly the size of a toddler. "I hope there is enough here to make something of use, but I am not sure."

There's a pause, before she nods. "Lyanna. My name is Hornet."

It is nice to meet another friendly human.