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]

Comments

[measuringdicks]

[Oh, she's smart. A corner of Richie's mouth quirks upward, and he nods, as if to say, That's fair.]

And even if he does come back, he'd just get killed all over again. If not by the spell, then by the rest of us. [People like Sansa. Richie himself likes Sansa, thinks she's positively cool, and this has raised his respect for her a notch.] Or by a pissy Pthumerian. They hate being played too. I'd hate to get on your bad side, Sansa, it sounds like a fucking scary place to be.

[He would be very entertained to watch other people on Sansa's bad side get wrecked, though.]

You said you're from Winterfell. It sounds a lot nicer than Derry—that's where I'm from, and it's. [A pause.] Well, if you're not a very specific kind of person, you're just fucked. Tell me more about Winterfell?

[Then he grins, and nods.]

Right? The ol' Tozier family trick to sweetening lemonade: a spoonful of syrup.

[dohaeris]

[sansa grins at his response, and actually laughs when he mentions her bad side. would that people had felt that way back in westeros.]

Your Derry sounds like much of the Seven Kingdoms. Winterfell has always been special. Not very many people live there, but my father always said that in winter all the nearby farmers would move into the Wintertown and it would be almost like a little city. I was only a baby in the last winter, though, and now...

[she doesn't know if any of them are even still alive.]

It was summer when I left, and very beautiful. It never gets very warm, except in the glass gardens, and it had little snow showers even in the summer, called summer snows. There's always water from the hot springs pumping through the walls, though, to warm it. There were three little hot pools we could swim in, in the godswood, and a big cold one in front of the heart tree. The weirwood I have in my house is a heart tree like we had, with a face carved by the children of the forest thousands of years ago. Most castles in the Seven Kingdoms have a godswood, but not all of them are old enough to have a heart tree. They're said to be sacred to the old gods. The one in Winterfell was ancient and huge, and our godswood was a proper little forest you could run around in. The ground doesn't really freeze, in the godswood. The hot spring runs too close to the surface. You could always see the grass, even when it snowed.

My family lived in the Great Keep at the center of the Castle, but there were halls for guests, and the guards, and everyone that worked there. We had our own forge and library, and a huge courtyard. My father built my mother a sept when they married, so she could keep the faith of the Seven as her family had done. And underneath everything are the crypts, where the ancient Kings of Winter are buried, with all the other Starks of Winterfell.

[she pauses, grinning, expecting him to ask some questions that would allow her to launch into some of the grim northern stories she suspects he'd enjoy. but first she learns forward.]

If you don't want to talk about your life before, I understand. But if you ever do, even a little, I would be very glad to hear about it.