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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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[...Well, someone has to enjoy embroidery. BETTER YOU THAN HER. And the apparent hesitance with which the girl asks the question puts Leia in a mood to answer with some added gentleness.]

I haven't seen any sewing supplies--but if I do, I'll send them your way. Who should I address them to?

[ this is never simple. will it ever get easier to say her name -- to own it, despite the dyed hair and the way in which her natural copper has begun to peek at the roots? she is a young woman in transition: shedding her false name, and re-learning her real one. ]

Sansa Stark, my lady. [ she errs on the edge of courtesy. ] Upon the Blue Fish.

[ worse, yet, to give her address as well as her name. but she must trust robb's presence will protect her. ]

Let's not stand on ceremony. My name is Leia Organa.

["My lady" isn't as bad as "ma'am," but it's never sat as easily on her shoulders as her own name.]

It's nice to meet you.

[ she swallows any argument she might have made -- but sansa, at heart, thrives upon the ceremony. when it's stripped from her, she feels as though her feet do not hold firm enough to the ground. but she's too polite to disagree. ]

And you, as well. [ ... ] If you do find any one of those items, I would be in your debt. These long star-studded days lack for pastimes.

[Leia's willing to demand propriety when it suits the occasion or the company--but in the presence of a teenage girl? She'd rather handle things more casually. It's hard to take the tomboy entirely out of the princess.]

They really do. I can only look at salt sculptures for so many hours in the day. [And the long, empty days are all the more galling when she thinks of everything happening at home.] What have you been doing for fun before now?

[ the simplest answer is that she hasn't been having fun. there's been no time -- or else no inclination. so she considers her response with care. ]

My hours have been occupied by my brothers. Before this fleet, I'd not seen them in some time.

[ reunions, then. ]

[Leia's expression softens a little. She's no stranger to the feeling--ah, yes, this is what I was missing--of finding family after a long time.]

It must be nice to see them again.

We have a great deal to tell each other -- it hasn't left much time for other diversions.

[ she is extremely happy to have kin nearby once again, but she doesn't trust a stranger with that joy. not yet. so she remains subdued. measured. almost cold. ]

I'd bet.

[Which, let's be real, is pretty sensible. And it's not like Leia's about to let on any of her own familial nonsense. Warm, friendly, not talking about Anakin Skywalker.]

Have you taken a look for supplies on Arslae?

[Shyly, and with some caution (and some congestion, actually):]

Is wool of any use?

I do not often leave the ship. [ she admits, and even then: ] And when I do, I've no gold to spend.

[ this is hard for her to say. even while masquerading as a petyr's bastard daughter, she did not want for comforts. ]

[ sweet dorothy! sansa wants to at least appear in high spirits if she's to speak with a child. she puts on her best face. ]

It might be. In a pinch. Are you certain you'd want to part with it, however?

I see.

[She can't imagine just staying inside one of these ships all the time--even with family to catch up with, it must be stultifying. Arslae doesn't exactly have the feel of a Core world, but at least there are things to do.

Suddenly, finding Sansa a needle and thread seems like the least Leia can do. If The Vision was right, they aren't going to be here much longer, and then this girl is going to be stuck indoors with nothing to do.]

Why don't we go and find you an embroidery kit? They've got to have something planetside.

[It might be made of salt, of course, but it'll be something.]

[ -- the offer is kind. charitable, even. she can feel it stirring some manner of gratitude beneath her rib-cage. but leia remains a stranger, for all intents and purposes. and she's not certain she can justify accompanying her to the planet's surface.

carefully: ] Perhaps you might join me for tea, instead.

[ i don't know you. ]

[For a moment, she thinks Sansa might agree--but then there's the counter-offer, and that's that.

Leia can't really blame her; she's pretty clearly skittish about something, and if that includes the possibility of leaving her ship, so be it.]

I'd like that. [And there's nothing that says she can't stop on Arslae for a look around beforehand.] When would you like to have tea?

[ she can feel the back-slide. regression. to ask, boldly, for a favour of the whole fleet only to balk just as it might be fulfilled. silently, she curses herself. stupid girl. ]

Are you free before supper-time? Today, mayhaps? [ ... ] Or tomorrow, if it would suit you better.

[ she does not want to seem too demanding in her schedule. ]

[Though they were on the same ship, Riona isn't sure if Sansa seeks privacy. That, and she figures she should get used to using these devices. At the time of the post, she was fiddling with the communications panel, trying to get the hang of the damned thing. Sansa's post was a welcome distraction.]

Do these people not have some sort of merchant we can go to for supplies? Or some way to put in an order, at the very least? [Aaaand she's not being helpful. w2g, Riona.] Forgive me, I've only just arrived.

Today before suppertime sounds great.

[Sansa seems like the kind of person who needs those kinds of basic reassurances--and the timing works well enough. Plenty of time to take a look around for some sewing things, and really, what else is she going to do today?]

I'll see you in a few hours.

[ at the raised question, she pauses -- of course, in small quarters, it's hard not to overhear each other. and she wasn't asking anything personal. if she looks vexed, it's only because she so rarely looks warm and inviting. ]

I wish I could give a satisfactory answer. [ she clasps her hands against her stomach. tense. ] There are markets, sometimes, on the planets where we stop. [ her nose wrinkles; she does not like this business of whole planets. ]

A few hours, my l-- [ she swallows. ] Leia Organa.

[ and hours pass. it's childish, truly, to feel so worked up about a simple guest. it isn't that sansa is friendless: there is nyssa, and there is james potter, and she welcomes their company whenever it comes her way. but each new acquaintance is like climbing a fresh mountain.

so she buries her anxiety in preparations. a fine strong pot of tea (it took her days to understand all these 'lectric devices) and what's left of the last baklava nyssa had brought over for their afternoon visits. when guests come, it's terribly important to give them food and drink. if the blue fish is to be her home, now, then she will provide the guest right.

she doesn't think to meet leia at the cargo hold. instead, she waits in the kitchen. her fingers tremble. ]

[Oh good, Sansa seems to like that idea.]

I have a little spare. You could probably do something pretty with what I could give.

[She...has a magical never-ending ball of wool. Handy in situations like this.]

I don't often work with wool. [ she rarely wore it: her dresses, before alayne stone, had been silk. finest lace. ] But I am pleased to try -- if you'd be so kind.

We stop on different planets? [This is news to her. Then again, most of what she's hearing these days is brand new information.

While the prospect of seeing new worlds is exciting, it's also a little terrifying. The fact that she's unarmed and bereft of her weapons makes it even more nerve-racking.]

[ sansa nods. ]

Arslae is below. It's all salt and snow but -- if you like -- the ship has shuttles which will take you there.

[ she won't go, of course. not without a brother. or, perhaps, nyssa or james. ]

[Leia's already-small knowledge of needlework withered away soon after she was released from Madame Vesta's tutelage, and at this point, she knows she's not the best person to pick out these things. There are a dozen different needles to choose from, as many different threads, and all this fabric--! She finds some plain muslin and a few shades of thread, a packet of needles in varying sizes, and hopes that they'll suit the girl's tastes.

When the afternoon is drawing low, she goes to the Blue Fish, her paper-wrapped finds held in both hands. There's a smooth grace and poise in her walk as she comes to the galley--vestiges of Madame Vesta that have survived the test of time--and spots the girl she's looking for.]

Sansa, right? This is for you.

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