[meera describes powers very like sansa's natural paleblood abilities. sansa nods tightly. perhaps she has become to used to true dreams. she didn't mean to cry out. it just happened, like when she would catch herself speaking out against joffrey. but she brightens at adaine's question.]
Oh! I wanted to tell you, I saw Bran in a bubble-window, and Arya. They got away! They're hiding too, and Rickon, if the bubble-windows are true. And--if I come from the same...bubble. He was in a cave beyond the Wall with the Children of the Forest! I think that's where he must be running off to, here. He told me my magic wasn't only my paleblood. [she smiles fondly.] He said he had the wolf dreams first, and he's learning to be a greenseer. That was the strange part, that he was learning from an old greenseer, some prince from a hundred years ago. I would never have dreamed that. And Arya's in Braavos, which looked much better than King's Landing. She's learning to be an assassin, a very good one. Perhaps Littlefinger will hire her by mistake and she can kill him.
[she says this lightly, and with humor. it's clear she thinks this outcome is too good to be true. her smile turns wistful.]
She was dressed as a fishwife, selling oysters for cover, but she seemed much more comfortable on the docks than she ever was as a lady, even a lady with a sword.
[she wonders if it were not only the sewing and the cumbersome gowns, or even the prospect of marrying some highborn idiot that arya misliked, but something deeper--perhaps the very thing that called sansa to her station. her mouth twists.]
And she kept her clothes much nicer, too.
[to be fair, they were nicer than any fishwife ever had in king's landing. sansa has been trying to copy the design of the little jacket onto a dress for herself.]
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Oh! I wanted to tell you, I saw Bran in a bubble-window, and Arya. They got away! They're hiding too, and Rickon, if the bubble-windows are true. And--if I come from the same...bubble. He was in a cave beyond the Wall with the Children of the Forest! I think that's where he must be running off to, here. He told me my magic wasn't only my paleblood. [she smiles fondly.] He said he had the wolf dreams first, and he's learning to be a greenseer. That was the strange part, that he was learning from an old greenseer, some prince from a hundred years ago. I would never have dreamed that. And Arya's in Braavos, which looked much better than King's Landing. She's learning to be an assassin, a very good one. Perhaps Littlefinger will hire her by mistake and she can kill him.
[she says this lightly, and with humor. it's clear she thinks this outcome is too good to be true. her smile turns wistful.]
She was dressed as a fishwife, selling oysters for cover, but she seemed much more comfortable on the docks than she ever was as a lady, even a lady with a sword.
[she wonders if it were not only the sewing and the cumbersome gowns, or even the prospect of marrying some highborn idiot that arya misliked, but something deeper--perhaps the very thing that called sansa to her station. her mouth twists.]
And she kept her clothes much nicer, too.
[to be fair, they were nicer than any fishwife ever had in king's landing. sansa has been trying to copy the design of the little jacket onto a dress for herself.]