[sansa smiles faintly to hear him explain his sigil, and sips her tea. it's nice that it has a story. she had never bothered to wonder why they were wolves. she knows some of the newer houses do have stories behind their sigils, and wonders if the starks' was simply lost to time. there was no bran the signpainter or bran the bannermaker; perhaps one of the queens of winter had chosen it.

she never actually saw a mockingbird, in the vale or otherwise. her tone is a little mocking itself.]

It's a little bird that mimics the calls of other birds. I suppose it's fitting.

[littlefinger made it fit her. he was the one who got them sent to king's landing in the first place, where she had to become a liar. she sips her tea and sighs.]

Alayne Stone wasn't just a well-mannered dressmaker from the Vale--I wish she was. A man was hiding me, and I had to pretend to be his daughter. He was very proud of how he could lie to everyone. The mockingbird was his sigil. He chose it himself. It was like he wanted to tell everybody he couldn't be trusted, and then make them trust him anyway, with their money or their land. I suppose it made him feel clever.

[she takes another, sullen sip of tea.]