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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]

No? [ somehow, she'd read grace into him. perhaps it had been the wolf -- a graceful animal to her mind, and she'd projected that virtue onto him. ] Don't you have feasts at Hogwarts? Great dancing balls -- with music and song?

[ how sad that he doesn't dance. and then sansa felt a twitch of self-reproach that she should ever fret over remus's dancing. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

We've feasts. There's-- not at school, and it's not a ball, but my friends have dragged me to try dancing now and again. I, ah, I'm not very good.

[How do you explain muggle clubs to a girl from medieval times? How do you explain the sheer awkwardness of watching your two far more graceful, far cooler best friends glide around as though they were born to it while you sit and get tipsy? Well, you don't, frankly.]

What about you? I can't imagine you'd be anything but brilliant at dancing.

[steeledskin]

I love it. [ pink cheeks and bright eyes. talking like this, she can almost forget the disastrous dances of late. of harry the heir, and of joffrey back in king's landing. ] I've always loved it. Whenever we had mummers visit Winterfell, I'd...

[ her nose crinkles. she's embarrassed. ] I'd beg my Lord Father not to let them leave. I wanted them to always play their music so I could dance forever.

[theshabbiestofmen]

They have music here, you know. I mean, I know it isn't the same, it's-- it's a steel ship, and it's not a grand dance, but-- you can play music whenever you like. If you'd like.

[steeledskin]

I've heard some. [ her nose crinkles. ] It doesn't sound much like music to me.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[That makes him laugh-- softly, but a genuine one.]

Surely not all of it is terrible. What do you like? I mean-- any favorite instruments? I love violins, but my friend, he used to be in love with all this awful music, all loud and angry and repetitive, I hated it. He filled our dormitory with it, drove me mad.

[steeledskin]

[ she doesn't know what a violin is, but: ] Have you ever heard a high harp in the hands of a proper musician? [ sansa smiles. ] All the best songs are played on the high harp.