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faderift2016-10-20 12:28 am
theladyofwinterfell) wrote in faderift2016-10-20 12:28 am
seeking knowledge [open]
WHO: Sansa Stark
WHAT: Settling in
WHEN: 11 Harvestmere - the end of the month
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Feel free to find her around in another place that her log text doesn't mention, just let me know. Some implied mention of abuse/sexual assault in the Tyrion-Sansa thread but nothing explicit.
WHAT: Settling in
WHEN: 11 Harvestmere - the end of the month
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Feel free to find her around in another place that her log text doesn't mention, just let me know. Some implied mention of abuse/sexual assault in the Tyrion-Sansa thread but nothing explicit.
Sansa has settled into this place, so much as one can settle into a place where she's dropped from the sky. It's not a terrible one, really, and once she'd been brought to the keep called Skyhold, she'd felt a little better about things. She spends quite a lot of time in the keep. There's great libraries full of books and papers and letters and all of them have information about the place she's landed herself in; Sansa spends most of her days educating herself on the place she's wound up and reads for hours and hours until her eyes are tired and the candles have burned low.
The nights are a bit different. She has stuck close to Lord Tyrion since he's the only person she knows from Westeros, and they have found lodging close to one another. It makes her feel a bit safer, all told, and she just wants to keep close to him for the time being. If he minds it, he hasn't said anything to her, and she's happy to go on as they have.
Currently, she's curled up in a chair in one corner of the keep, one of the journals in her hands. She's trying to learn all about the politics of this place but the names and places keep running together and she doesn't know if she'll ever keep them straight. She wants, desperately, to learn them so she feels like she has a purpose but she knows it won't happen in just a few weeks or even a few moons.
"You have to be patient, Sansa," she mutters, diving back into her work.
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"No, my lady, I have not eaten in quite a while. I lost track of time while I was reading."
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"Proper manners, haven't you? Well there's no need titles, strictly speaking. I'm a common-born 'dog lord', like most Fereldens," Mia tuts, though it's more tease than reprimand. "'Mia' will do just fine. Though you may address me as you like. Now then, help yourself. I'm sure the books will still be there after you've had a honeycake or two."
And she gestures openly to the basket on the table in invitation. They were made to be shared, after all.
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"It's very good," she says, smiling wide. "Thank you, Mia, for your hospitality. You're too kind."
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"My brother tends to be that way as well. Gets so busy he forgets to eat, or puts it off as long as he's able. You'll find a lot of stubborn sorts here in Skyhold, or at least I've found it to be the case."
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"Or are you very far from home?"
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As Sansa reaches for another honeycake, Mia waves her on. She's more than welcome to them. After all, Mia's only carrying them around in the hopes of foisting them onto some hungry soul or another.
"I don't suppose you'll see very much of Commander Rutherford. He tends to keep his attention steadily trained on the Inquisition's military forces. But he's a good man, fighting for a good cause. I thought I could do my part, here and there, rather than sit at home waiting for all this to pass us over."