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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Casper Darling — Sansa brightens as she turns her face up to look at the man. Seeing him in the light of day adds a livelier colour to his face, and she finds she much likes it better this way, with the sunlight catching on the frame of curious glasses, the faint silver in his hair.

"Ser Darling," Sansa greets, and as proper she stands to meet him, Lady sitting up just a bit straighter but otherwise staying on the floor where she's comfortably curled up. "I hope you won't mind my calling you Ser, I still don't quite know what honours are commonly used here."

She offers him the seat from across her, conveniently empty now that the morning chores have been done. Looking back in the direction Casper Darling had come from, Sansa asks, "Did you come to read as well? I've been reading as much as I can, myself."

[readytosee]

He feels better, now that it's not both freezing cold and dark. It had been so long since he'd seen the sun, and he's been out walking in it as much as possible since getting here.

"Oh no, that's fine! I mean, usually I go by Dr. Darling at home, but whatever you're comfortable with. Casper would be fine, too, honestly. Please -- please sit, no need to be so formal." Darling gestures back to where Lyanna was sitting, not wanting to bother her any further.

"I am, yes," he answers, pulling up a chair to sit with her (careful of Lady's tail and paws). "I've always been a reader, and since I have more free time here than I did at home, I'm catching up on it, a bit. Have you read anything particularly fascinating, so far?"

no pressure to tag this back!

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No need to be so formal—? It bemuses Sansa, that her standard for courtesy seems so surprising for many. But then she hasn't heard tell or seen of any lords or ladies native to Milton, so perhaps she has leave to comport herself much closer to the common folk.

"It pleases me to extend good manners to you, Ser," she begins, then corrects herself as she reaches to place a hand on top of Ser Darling's own. Bold move, but she means no harm from it. "Doctor, that is. It's your title? To what privilege does it afford your station?"