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]

[ she doesn't recognise any of these names at all; she shakes her head in answer. ]

Your queen's name is foreign to me, I'm sorry.

[ finding something dry, meanwhile, takes a whole lot of effort; the place is damp beyond belief, to sansa's frustration, and while it might help in softening the harsh fog from seeping through, it also keeps their efforts to start a fire at bay.

still, her search bears fruit, just enough to get a flame lit by her judgement. that part done, she turns to the man once more. ]

We could... perhaps, when the fog clears, we could search for a town or a better shelter together. We might find your people quicker with help, too.