happiness is a warm gun; open & closed.

[clothed]

Who: Sansa, others.
What: Wolftimes, Aurora Feat shenanigans, Sansa freaking out about electricity, others to be added.
When: Throughout July-August.
Where: Milton, especially around the community hall.

Content Warnings: Please see individual prompts for warnings!

[ Sansa's catch-all log for July through August, covering the events of the month/s and the aftermath of the previous ones. General and closed prompts in the comments; please hit me up on plurk (weirwood) if you'd like to plot something out! ]

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[meadqueen]

It is you who will have to live with the consequences if you're wrong, not them, so their opinions have little value in this matter.

[Especially for a girl without a powerful name to fall back on. Now that she's grown, Randvi recognizes how many bad situations she's avoided solely by belonging to the right man.

She doesn't have that in this place, but even here people treat her differently based on the quality of her clothing and the disclosure of her status in the Raven Clan.]

Thank you. I'm certain we already have one of the most secure homes in Milton thanks to her.

[clothed]

[ it's a wonderful thing to consider. their house would be like the eyrie, or the maiden's tower - impregnable and safe. sansa finds herself smiling at the thought. ]

What name does our keep bear, my lady? It is only right that it should have a name.

[meadqueen]

To be honest, I haven't given it much thought. This home used to belong to a man named Edward Kenway. A few weeks after I’d arrived here he saved my life, and we discovered that we share a common ally despite the gulf in time between us. He left the home to me when he left Milton, searching for a way out.

[clothed]

A way out? [ had the man found his way, then? could it be— ] But he hasn't come to find you...?

I suppose he wouldn't want to come back here if it's only been trouble for him. [ she will be charitable. she doesn't know this edward kenway, after all; the lady randvi will have a better measure of his character. perhaps she wishes for him to never find milton again, or perhaps— ] If I might ask, were you fond of him?

[meadqueen]

Very much, but I did not ever expect him to return.

[Randvi still wears the bracer he gave her, if Sansa has noticed the huge variation in quality between the one on the left and the one on the right.]

He was dying when he arrived here, I think, and expected to join his family in the afterlife if he escaped successfully.

[clothed]

Ah. That's... I understand it, I think. When we have family that we dearly miss, and has passed on.

[ she thinks of her father. her mother. robb and bran and rickon, and arya wherever she might be, however she might be. if she could be with them again — if it meant embracing the stranger's call, she might do it.

and if the bracer on lady randvi's arm is an indication, perhaps she has someone she thinks of fondly, too. ]

I only have my brother now. I haven't seen him in years, I wonder — what if he doesn't remember what I look like anymore?

[meadqueen]

I'm sorry. It's a terrible thing, to miss your family.

I have not seen my sister Thora in five years, but at least I know that she and her children are safe.

[clothed]

[ children? nieces or nephews? ]

How old are they? Your sister's children. Are any named after you, do you know?

[meadqueen]

The eldest is… [Randvi laughs, a bit melancholy.] Gods, she’s already seen eighteen winters, she’ll have her own household soon enough. I still picture them the way they looked when I last saw them.

The second girl is fifteen, my nephew is ten, and the youngest girl is five.

None of them bear my name - my brother-in-law is not so fond of me, I think. I was just a girl when Thora married, and I gave him a hard time for taking away my sister.

[clothed]

A girl of eight and ten — she's as old as I am. And born in winter, too. We're almost at the cusp of a new name day yet.

[ she's the only one who gets to celebrate name days, now. no more name days for robb. no more of them for rickon or bran, likely arya. if jon still lives—— do they celebrate name days on the wall? ]

If you were just a girl when your sister married, then it is your goodbrother's folly for holding it against you. Respectfully, my lady.

[meadqueen]

It might be difficult to imagine now, but I was a little beast when I was young. I tormented that man.

Thora was your age when she married - young for my people, but not scandalously so - and I was just entering my tenth year. She was in many ways a mother to me.

[clothed]

[ like my sister arya, sansa thinks. how is she now, her sister? does she still remember her, if she yet lives? ]

Eight years between you — that's quite a gap. And your mother, she yet lived at the time? —No, I'm sorry, that was indelicate of me to ask.

[ her own mother married fairly young, and gave birth not long after. father took to his duty with—— perhaps not enthusiasm, but with willingness. ]

[meadqueen]

[Randvi looks down, subdued. This is something that has been haunting her anew since she’d found out that she was to be married.]

Two daughters to a king is of course not sufficient. My younger brother was born dead, and he took my mother with him. I was too young to remember it.