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

[tinstar]

"Mm," Raylan hums, lips thinning with the sound. "I'm sure there are just as many that call the waiting for it torture of it's own kind."

He was grateful that he didn't live in such times. He understood they did what they had to, what they had option to, but he was still glad to be born in a time where women could be more than wives and child-bearers. Where they could live and maintain themselves without the oversight of abusive men. He's seen what that's gotten a lot of women.

Ammo was a lot easier to answer. Raylan did so by pulling his service weapon and ejecting the clip, popping one bullet out with a practiced ease to hold it up between two fingers.

"Ammunition. The cannon balls of hand cannons." Raylan gives her the exact weight in pounds of the force that an arrow hits a man and the drastically larger weight of force that a bullet tears through a man. "Rifles make the range longer, putting guns on par with the bow and arrow while bein' significantly more deadly." He glances at her and finally thinks to define a rifle.

"A rifle is just a long barreled kind of gun. Better for hunting, you get a longer range. Us bein' where we are, you might want to consider learnin' how to shoot."

[clothed]

Arrow poundage is familiar to Sansa; her brothers and sister are capable archers, save for young Rickon. For something the size of her thumb to bear nearly five-and-tenfold the power of a loosed arrow is horrific to imagine.. Arrows are not toys, she’s been taught this well.

Should Westeros learn of such a weapon like this — it would make many men worse.

She suppresses a shiver as the thought flees her.

“Would you teach me to shoot one?” She asks him plain, but the shine in her eyes betray her. “I would like to learn.”

[tinstar]

His eyebrows lift a little, surprised by the glean in her eyes. Was it an affinity for shooting or something else behind that? But there's no hesitation in his nod. It would give Lyanna a security in more than one way. Women should know how to defend themselves and be able to hunt to survive if they have to. With the mutated beasts around, her knowing how to shoot could be the difference between life and death.

"I'd be honored to. It'd make me feel better, knowin' you've got the most modern gun safety knowledge under your belt. I'll see if I can get my hands on one and some rounds we can use. Give me a couple weeks to secure that then, we'll play it by ear? I'm gettin' a sense this place ain't all it seems."

and i think we can end here!

[clothed]

Modern gun safety knowledge — of the four words Sansa likely understands only two, and altogether understands little of the context. But there is warmth in the way he speaks that draws Sansa's trust out from her tight grasp.

She could trust this man, she thinks. He means her well at the very least, his demeanor speaks it true. She nods and musters a true smile, though small. Reaches out to him and touches his arm light and mindful, offering her silent thanks to his offer.

"I look forward to it, Marshal Givens."