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! ]

Comments

[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.