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singillatim2024-05-06 01:27 am
OPEN; how could anything bad ever happen to you?
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.
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Sansa had seen it in action during the battle for Blackwater Bay, great licks of green flames and black smoke tearing through Stannis Baratheon's ships and men alike, their cries echoing throughout the bay and up to the towers of the Red Keep. Small jars of some substance, and they caused so much damage.
She watches Constable Fraser handle his weapon and remarks to herself, privately, that he carries it with a steady grace. Perhaps not the type to easily use the weapon just to wield it.
"Will you survive it, if you were shot with it?" If it's fire caught small, then— "Won't you burn from the inside?"
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Reaching into a pocket, he retrieves a rifle cartridge, holding it between two fingers to show her the bullet and casing. "This is what is shot out of the barrel. It doesn't burn, it only punctures."
There are, of course, bullets which explode on impact, but that seems like it might be an unnecessary amount of detail. "The explosion is contained inside the rifle itself. But it is very dangerous, you're absolutely correct. Any number of things could go wrong and severely injure the shooter. And though the bullets don't burn, they cause an immense amount of harm. One should never use a gun against a person except as a very last resort. And when hunting, it's important to be able to make the kill as quickly and humanely as possible."
He looks back over at her as he pocket the cartridge again, as he reshoulders the rifle. "Weapons like this give a person power, maybe more power than they deserve. It's important not to use that power to cause suffering. I've always believed that."
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It's so small, so unassuming. It's not much bigger than a phial of medicine, or a strip of sage meant for burning. How easily these could kill men, with the right aim and the wrong motivations.
It's important not to use that power to cause suffering.
The line reminds her so much of father that it causes some upset, and Sansa frowns against the onslaught of sadness it brings up within her. "My father... he believed in something like that too. That people have a responsibility to mete out the judgements they make, rather than turn others to do it for them.
To account for our own actions, whatever they may be." She looks away to a far-off distance for a moment. "Wherever they might lead, too."