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Who: Sansa Stark and anyone.
Broadcast: Video. Fleetwide.
Action: Find her on the Blue Fish, if you like.
When: Midday.

[ by all accounts, sansa stark has survived. she now lives on an armoured ship. her brothers are nearby -- alongside one brother's devoted friends, who have all been more kind to her kin than she can put to words. although nothing so much as approaches normal, she's beginning to feel settled. stability creeps in from the corners.

and this allows her to ask a question of her fleetmates: ] Is there any means by which I might find spare cloth and thread? And needles, too, of course. The ships give us so much, but I'm not certain -- [ not certain they can give me these. she does not understand their magic, nor the purchasing power of her device. ]

I like to embroider. I should like to do it again, if I could. [ but without a handmaiden to bid fetch these things, she doesn't know how to begin. perhaps it's as simple as looking in the correct spot -- but she was never raised to procure or purchase anything in her life. ]

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I saw some shops planet-side that sell stuff like that!

I was thinking I should get some needle and thread before we leave. You know, in case of rips in clothes and stuff. Maybe we could go look together?

[ here is an offer she can take seriously -- after all, this young woman is not a complete stranger to her. but an acquaintance is still an acquaintance.

gently: ] Looking is all well and good, but I'm afraid I haven't any gold.

Oh, that's okay! I have tons. Some-- stuff happened, it's a long story, but the short version is I have money now. I can lend you some!

Besides, I really know next to nothing about sewing and needles and stuff. I'd probably buy all the wrong things. Having someone who knows what they're on about would help me out!

[ it's as if petyr still whispers in her ear, warning her not to borrow. not to exist in debt to someone -- as the strings of the coin-purse are good for strangling, in the end. but then the young woman suggests it's a fairer trade than it first seems.

she is quiet for a good few heartbeats. ] Mayhaps it wouldn't be so awful to look, at least.

Awesome!

Do you have a coat? It's pretty cold down there.

I have the cloak I came wearing. [ ... ] It's well-made, and lined with fox-fur. I will be warm.

[ #thecoldneverbotheredmeanyway ]

Great! Meet you down there in an hour? I need to go check on my co-pilot and our stores first. In case there's anything else we need.

[ her mouth goes dry. she shakes her head. ]

Could you -- [ a sigh. ] Would it be so inconvenient if you met me on the Blue Fish, instead?

[ she's never taken a shuttle alone, before. and she doesn't plan on starting now. ]

Oh!

[Ahsoka looks a little surprised for a moment, but then she feels like kicking herself. Of course she'd want accompaniment-- she's not used to space, remember? Way to be inconsiderate, Ahsoka.]

No, not at all. See you soon, then?

I'll be waiting in the cargo bay.

[Some half hour later, Ahsoka flies her shuttle into the cargo bay of the Blue Fish and lands expertly. Then she pops her head out of the shuttle door, looking around for Sansa. Honestly, she resembles nothing so much as a curious meerkat.]

[ she sits -- primly -- upon the edge of a crate. its metal corner digs into her palm because she's gripping it so fiercely. sansa hasn't been waiting long, but she has been waiting. eager and anxious with every clunk. every noise could be a docking shuttle.

and when one arrives, she rises to her feet. her toes are booted. her shoulders cloaked. sansa even wears the gloves she arrived with -- having come here well-kitted out for a westerosi winter. ]

Welcome. [ her voice feels small even as it lifts above the background noise so she might hail ahsoka. ]

[Ahsoka is similarly kitted out in a dark blue-grey coat lined with fur, with a little hood that's evidently been very clumsily tailored to fit over her horns. Ahsoka clearly wasn't exaggerating when she said she didn't know much about sewing.

She waves at Sansa enthusiastically when she spots her and hops out of the cockpit.]

Hey! You all ready?

[ she can appreciate the fur -- and the warmth -- that ahsoka's gear presents. it's nearly a comfort to see people so well-dressed once again. after seeing the shapeless jumpsuits available to the crew, she's beginning to fear that style is a thing long dead.

the hood can be overlooked. she's merely happy to spend time with someone who doesn't send her (immediately) into suspicion. ]

Completely. [ sansa approaches the shuttle -- few of words, but (for once) smiling. ]

Great.

[ Ahsoka gets herself resettled into the pilot's chair and does up her seatbelt. Then she looks over at Sansa. ]

Don't forget to strap yourself in. [ She says it casually, like she'd remind anyone else. She doesn't know if Sansa knows about seat belts, but she doesn't want to embarrass her by asking, either. So she starts the launch sequence again, hitting a complex series of buttons and then pulling the shuttle gently up for a slow take off. ]

You ever been in one of these before? [ Ahsoka grins as she says it. ]

Twice.

[ although she demonstrates a rather encouraging enthusiasm for the trip itself, sansa can barely conjure more than a few polite words at once for their conversation. perhaps it's the nerves, tightening in her stomach and making her throat constrict. ] I -- I don't like to sail alone.

[ sail. it's an easier word than fly. ]

[Ahsoka busies herself punching in more buttons, and guides the shuttle gently out of the hanger. Off they go. Off toward the planet beneath them. Ahsoka's a good pilot-- the shuttle cruises smoothly.]

That makes sense. I mean, you'd never been in space before you came here, right?

You do get used to it.

I've been to sea, before -- [ she explains, somehow thinking the two might be comparable in some fashion. ] But no one goes to the stars in Westeros. Except, mayhaps, the gods.

Well you've got one up on me, then! I don't think I've ever sailed on the ocean.

[They draw nearer to the planet, and Ahsoka's careful to put the brakes on as they enter the atmosphere.]

Hey, do you want to see something cool?

[ cool--? what is cool, except the winter winds? or fresh ocean breezes. metal, left untouched for too long. or a demeanor frosted over. sansa frowns.

she thinks (mayahps) that ahsoka means the planet. the planet is, undeniably, quite cold. ]

Yes. [ she hesitates. ] Please.

[As they soar down gracefully towards the planet, Ahsoka levels the ship out a bit once they reach a decent cruising altitude. The township below looks like a speck, an ant colony beneath them. So small and tiny. Ahsoka soars over it, continues up into the clouds again for a few minutes in the direction she knows off by heart now.]

Hang on-- nearly there.

[She takes them down through the clouds again, and a sight that was barely on the horizon before is now a breathtaking vista before them-- an icy mountain range panorama, a beautiful ancient temple on one of the peaks, and an icy frozen lake beneath it. Ahsoka comes here sometimes to meditate, but the sight takes her breath away every time. She doesn't even say anything, she just takes it all in. She's not fond of the temperature on this planet, but she has to admit... the nature here is beautiful as it is merciless.]

[ it doesn't matter how smooth a flight the shuttles can provide under ahsoka's skilled hand -- sansa, fearful of something still so new to her, clings at the shuttle's fixtures with her fingers. curled into her seat, or against the bulkhead. at times, she feels the tips of her nails grinding against metal. she is afraid. especially whenever cloud-banks or air-currents after entry causes them to dip or rise.

she is pale. and only a little queasy. ]

[ but then the horizon resolves itself out of mist and distance: mountains, the likes of which would give her view from her tower at the eyrie a robust challenge. wide ranging and snow-peaked rocks clawing up from the landscape and aching to touch the sky. sansa's breath can be heard: a sudden inward gasp of unschooled delight. her composure breaks.

it's as if the north and the vale had crashed together, leaving behind the better bits of both. ]

-- It's beautiful. [ she whispers. ]

Isn't it? ... I like to come here to meditate sometimes. It's cold, but... peaceful.

[Ahsoka does a slow circle around the mountains-- eventually they need to turn back, after all. But this is a nice way to see the whole view.]

[ sometimes, sansa dreams of flying. and before she and lord baelish relocated from the eyrie to the gates of the moon, at the foot of the mountains, alayne stone would stand on her balcony and close her eyes and imagine how completely perfect it might be to let herself tumble away -- get caught by an air current -- and bear herself away on graceful wings.

but this? this is like flying. her heart begins to settle. slowly, she unhooks her fingers from her chair. ]

I don't mind the cold. [ her voice stays soft. ] Some days, I think I like it.

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