OPEN; how could anything bad ever happen to you?

[clothed]

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. ]

Comments

no pressure to tag this back!

[clothed]

"So much of this place is foreign to me, yes," she admits easily.

The truth of it rests light on her tongue; truly she doesn't know head nor tail about many of the things she sees here, but that's a problem for another time. Now, she is warm and in good company, and such things are rare enough in the past years that she's willing to compromise with herself. To be just a little more vulnerable in front of strangers.

No, wolves aren't strangers. Bigby Wolf is not a stranger.

"Where I'm from, names carry a great power within." With names come identity, and for the highborn, it brings with it some claim to loyalty. "I thank you for offering me yours. I promise not to bear it poorly."

And maybe one day, she can tell him the truth about hers.

no worries! thank for you getting back to the thread! c:

[bigbaddy]

Ironically enough, the statement rings true to him - though for a different reason entirely. A beast turned man like Bigby really doesn't have much of a notion of social classes, after all, other than what he's been forced to deal with back home. But the concept that names hold power.. that's something that existed even back in the Homelands. Nothing Bigby was personally involved with, but he's heard about that sort of thing going around among fae, among witches.

It doesn't make him regret giving her his, though. Sansa seems like an ordinary girl, not some sort of supernatural being. He could be wrong about that, with his senses dulled in this place, but it's still his instinct when he looks at her.

"Yeah, well-- Don't wear it out then," he says, though judging by the casual shrug he makes after those words, he's probably just joking about that.

He glances around them, and then looks back at her.

".. you gonna be alright? I should probably get going, but I got some time in case you need any more help."