you're not my homeland anymore

[dohaeris]

Who: sansa and her crs
What: catchall for non-event logs. mostly she wants to tell some friends her name. also for some prompts that are simply too long for the event post
When: early april, broadly. late april for sibling-based event prompts
Where: her house (or wherever windows into the world of ice and fire can be found)

Content Warnings: canon-typical violence. character warnings in her app. uhhhh spoilers for asoiaf as if her canonpoint wasn't enough


[starters in the comments I just really wanted to use the taylor swift lyrics for this]

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[dohaeris]

[sansa's smile twists up at the corner.]

I mean to learn all I can. The perspective of the world I come from isn't much use to anyone.

[she would dress him for free, or at least cheaper than this. if it is true, there aren't riches enough in the world--and if it isn't, she'll know what she's up against.]

Come by the Rookery for cake, and I'll take your measurements before you go.

[hearthebell]

There's a lot I thought would be useless here that's turned out to be indispensable. Don't sell your knowledge and histories too short. If nothing else, they interest me.

[He nods, rising to leave. He's scrawny, so painfully thin; he knows that things generally will fit him, in the sense that they will fasten and not fall off, but it's always been a ball park. Baggy things, loose things that flap with more empty space than flesh and bone. The notion of clothes tailored, to measurements, is sort of a novelty.]

I'll do so at the earliest opportunity, and have more to tell you then.