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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[adaine]

[Adaine suspects that none of this could really end happily, even if Petyr Baelish doesn't arrive. She puts a reassuring hand on Sansa's shoulder when they mentioned Jeyne Poole is missing.]

Just... remember, it's an illusion, Sansa. Like a dream. [They're not in the Nightmare King's realm now, the dreams aren't real. Not yet. She grimaces slightly, she knows it's not easy all the same.

Even now she wants to reach through the illusion and kill Ramsay Snow and Petyr Baelish both.

Her eyes, however, dart open wide with surprise when they mention the warging power and Adaine gives Sansa a puzzled expression.] Did you know about that?

[dohaeris]

[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.]