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[steeledskin]

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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[steeledskin]

[ she takes the package in gentle hands. but -- but she doesn't tear at the paper. although a butterfly in her heart urges her to rip it open like a little child getting a gift. she must be better than that stupid girl cowering still inside her. sansa smiles. ]

Not long. Not long at all. Only -- I was on the Huntress before this. You see, my brothers are here. Now, I get to share their ship.

[ she'd already expressed her delight at the reunion. of course, she'd transfer from one ship to another just so they could be together.

sansa steps aside. ] Please, take a seat. And I'll pour your tea, my -- Leia.

[imahologram]

That must be nice--having your brothers at hand. Mine is on the Red Fish.

[A show of commonality, in hopes that it might set the girl at ease.]

Thank you. [She bites back a smile as she sits down, hands folded neatly in her lap. My Leia.] You come from a place where titles are expected, don't you? I did, too.

[Go back far enough, and that was Alderaan all over--for her, at least.]

[steeledskin]

The daughters of Great Houses must be afforded their courtesies. [ it sounds almost humbled, but it's a knife that cuts both ways. she is a lady in her own right, and it (at times) wounds her to hear her name bandied about so casually by those who barely know her.

gingerly, she pours tea. ]

[imahologram]

If you'd be more comfortable with titles...which one do you usually take?

[Leia would really prefer not to bother, but Sansa seems uncomfortable with such casual ways. If they'd set her at ease, she can put up with being my lady or your Highness.

It's not like she hasn't before.]

[steeledskin]

Lady. [ a stiff smile. ] But I would not want to make you uncomfortable in turn.

[imahologram]

I survived years of being called "Your Highness." If you'd prefer to call me "my lady," it's not a problem.

[...Please don't call her Your Highness, Sansa. Leia takes a sip of her tea.]

This is very nice, Lady Stark. I'll have to see if we have any on the Windrose.

[steeledskin]

[ her attention narrows. your highness is not the same as your grace, but it's near enough to make her jaw tighten. sansa wonders, then, if this woman is more than mere nobility. and if so, that might explain how loose and free leia is with rules of propriety. she may have been afforded every opportunity to break then, as power often does.

after leia's first sip, sansa nearly kicks herself for forgetting the honey or the sugar. mayhaps she won't mind. mayhaps she won't say anything. ]

You could do. It depends, I think, on how advanced your kitchen has become. The kind souls on the Blue Fish have put a lot of effort into theirs.

[imahologram]

[The tea isn't her preferred blend, but since that no longer exists in any meaningful sense, Leia has no complaints. The slight bitterness is refreshing, in its way.]

The Windrose's galley does its job, but it's nothing on what you have here. [Upgrades? Pfft.] You're very fortunate.

[But there's only so much she can say about kitchens. She slips into formalities--not gladly, exactly, but relatively easily.] Where is it you come from, my lady? I don't think I'm familiar with your Great Houses.

[steeledskin]

Westeros.

[ she has found it helpful to be vague. few people here know winterfell. so she can name the whole seven kingdoms and satisfy those who are too curious about her past. Great houses are among some of the oldest families in the kingdoms. Each were once kings in their own right before they bent the knee to the Iron Throne.

[imahologram]

Ah.

[Sansa's own origins are a minor curiosity, but mostly, Leia's looking for ways to make conversation. Speaking of home can be painful--she knows it more than most--but it's somewhere to start. And if it proves unsuccessful, they can try another subject.]

What is it like? I haven't visited.

[steeledskin]

Different.

[ she squirms where she sits. how can she explain seven kingdoms? too often, everyone else in these ships is accustomed to grander things. wider worlds, with wider opportunities. she doesn't know how to describe her home without complaint. ]

We're not even a whole planet. We're a -- a continent. Seven Kingdoms, united under one crown. Or we were.

[imahologram]

This must have been a big change for you.

[Sansa has the good fortune of being one of several people Leia's met without access to the world beyond her planet. It's no longer a surprise, just something a little sad-sounding to her.]

And you were from one of those seven kingdoms?

[steeledskin]

[ she nods. here, on the blue fish, she feels ever so slightly empowered to talk of home. ]

The North. The last large stretch of land in Westeros before the Wall. [ ... ] Its seat is an old castle, called Winterfell. I lived there for most my life.

[imahologram]

That's an evocative name--Winterfell.

[She can imagine it, aside from the part where she can't--Alderaanian ruins probably don't carry quite the right silhouette for Sansa's world.]

I suppose it was cold there.

[steeledskin]

Outside? Certainly. [ and here's where a point of familial pride strikes the surface. her eyes are bright. ] But the Winter Kings of years before built their seat above hot springs, my lady. It warmed our whole castle.

[imahologram]

Really. That's clever. [Her eyes light up, too--it's hard not to be a little taken by the thought of it, one warm place in a sea of snow.] It must have been a beautiful place to grow up.

[steeledskin]

[ unfortunately, she never knew how beautiful it could be until she couldn't return -- and could see it only in her memories. ]

Oh, terribly beautiful. And just beside the castle, we had our godswood. Some three acre of trees and plants and a beautiful pond. I miss it very much.

[imahologram]

I can't blame you.

[She pauses, looking down at the wavering surface of her tea. Talking about Winterfell seems to have made Sansa a little more at home. Perhaps offering some information in return will be an appreciable show of good faith for her.]

I come from a planet called Alderaan. It was similar--warmer, I'm sure, but beautiful forests...and lakes, and meadows. [Her voice remains light enough, as if they're discussing the weather, but she can't keep the grief entirely from her eyes.] It's gone now, but once, it was one of the most peaceful places in the galaxy.

[steeledskin]

[ a similar pain is reflected in sansa's expression. she doesn't rush to say my home is gone too, but it's not necessary. sadness has entrenched itself in how she talks about winterfell, and she feels a sudden upswing of sympathy for this stranger. ]

What happened to it?

[imahologram]

There was a weapon.

[But Sansa isn't going to understand the Death Star, she suspects. She's never seen her planet far enough away to fit in a viewscreen.]

Imagine...you threw a teacup at the wall. And when it hit, it didn't break into large pieces--it was pulverized into nothing. Maybe there was a little dust left, but that was it. [Leia takes a sip of her tea. The memory is an ugly one, but she started to share it; she has to finish.] That's what happened to Alderaan.

[steeledskin]

-- I'm sorry. [ and she means it. well and truly means it. not enough (perhaps) to reach for a hand or offer any larger gesture of support. but it's a pain she understands, and one she can share. ] That's awful.

[imahologram]

Thank you.

[She gives the response automatically at this point, though it is appreciated nonetheless.]

All isn't lost--there are Alderaanians who were elsewhere when it happened--but it was. [Leia looks for the right word. She rarely speaks of what that moment felt like for her, but if she's come this far...] Crushing.

[Four years on, it still aches. Leia reaches for a change of subject.] What are your brothers like?

[steeledskin]

[ crushing. like learning your lord father's ward had taken your family's castle, and that it had been put to the torch. memories, burned away. and the blood of your kin spilled. she squirms on her chair and is (perhaps) more grateful even than leia for the subject's change. ]

Brave. Even the little ones. [ she knows she is the most craven of them all, except the baby. but is little rickon even little any longer? it's been so long since she's seen him. ] Brave. And true sons of the North.

[imahologram]

[They have their commonalities, Leia and Sansa, and not only in their brave brethren. The way Sansa references them, though--even the little ones--makes it sound like she's from a big family.]

How many do you have? Just the two?

[steeledskin]

F-four. [ slowly, she's learning to include jon within their number. it doesn't come naturally to her -- but she tries. after living as alayne stone for so long, she wishes she'd made more a brother of him in the first place. ] And a sister, as well. Her name is Arya and she's awful.

[ but there isn't much conviction in her voice. gods, she misses that stupid girl. ]