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Who: sansa stark and you!!
Broadcast: video -- fleetwide
Action: blue fish and iskaulit
When: today

Fellow travelers, [ how else is she meant to greet them?

today, the network flickers to life and its image frames sansa's face with an almost rehearsed precision. by now, the last licks of dye have left her hair. she is fully auburn once again -- and the rich copper strands, a colour inherited from her mother, are carefully braided and arranged in a style that would have taken time even with a helping hand. how long did it take her alone, one wonders? and she's wearing silk, to boot. ]

Begging your pardons -- but has anyone ever found lemons at any of our stops? Any of the way-stations? [ all this polish for such a childish, innocent question. ] At first, I was grateful enough for the false lemon flavours the Atroma give us -- but just once, I'd like to taste the real thing again.

[ she seems about to end the feed, but: ] Or if anyone has any lemons in their pantry, I would pay for a few. I have some credits put by -- [ sheepish, because it isn't her place to be discussing coin. ] Or mayhaps I could barter with some embroidery. My stitches are very neat. I promise.

[ otherwise, member of the blue fish could find her in her quarters while working quietly. at a later hour, she finally does something bold and takes a shuttle (all alone!) to the iskaulit, where she searches out the gardens. she wants to see green again. she wants to dream of summer. sansa crouches to touch a leaf -- heedless of the way her silk trails on the garden's ground floor. ]

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[He tries to keep his eyebrows level]

I have credits to offer if you'd like. I'm not sure what else I have that you would find of value.

[ she may have made the first offer to barter in her initial announcement -- but now, now that it's come to brass tacks, she feels sullied. she is no fine merchant nor craftswoman. what gives her the right to sell any of her hobby's results? ]

First, [ she swallows hard. she's nervous. ] First you ought to tell me what manner of embroidery you'd like, my lord.

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I don't have any exacting designs. I picked up a coat on the moon that, while nice, is still a bit plain for my tastes. I thought perhaps some vines along the mantle. Nothing too terribly complicated. [Not that he has any practical idea of what constitutes complicated from the perspective of the seamstress]

I can stitch vines, [ she promises. ] And flowers. And animals, too. What colour is your coat? I must have some thread that will match it.

It's green, but matching it's a necessity. I'd prefer gold, actually. If you don't have any I'd be more than happy to buy some for you.

Mayhaps that should be our fair trade, my lord. If you purchase ample gold thread so that I should have remainders for my own projects, then I will happily embroider your coat for you. Golden vines.

That sounds agreeable to me. I will see if I can find any in the shops and deliver them to your ship.

Do alert me before you do. The Blue Fish has fine security -- you will need to have a member of our crew meet you in the shuttle bay.

Security? [He raises a brow at that] I understand the need for some caution, but I don't remember the relationship of our ships being quite so fraught.

I'm afraid the relationship between our ships is irrelevant. Our doors stay locked for everyone, and only a member of the crew can open them. [ although she suspects others might be handing the 'key' out to non-members. but that's not her business. ]

I'm not trying to argue you from the policy, I'm only curious as to who set it in place to begin with. I'll be happy to cooperate with your security.

[It just seems a bit paranoid]

I believe there had been reason to fear a family member of one my crew-mates. But mayhaps I ought not to gossip about it.

[Aw, but he likes gossip]

If someone on the fleet poses a danger, that may be pertinent information. But, if it's only to you and yours, I can see how that would be only your concern.

Family is a sensitive subject, my lord. I have no ties to this woman -- but I imagine her brother would see her identity somewhat protected.

Yes, I suppose it can be. [Though until recent years he wouldn't have really empathized with that subject]

I don't wish to start any trouble. Just to improve on the dreary cage I find myself in.

I understand. As magical as these ships seem -- they also appear soulless. Empty. Cold. I never thought I would miss stone.

[Magic is actually one of few things he wouldn't consider the ships, but he can see how other people would feel that way]

Mmm. It's true - there is always something worse. Where did you live before, if I may ask?

Westeros. We call it Westeros. [ a pause. ] That's the land, at least. There are kingdoms within it, all ruled from one throne.

[Not quite what he was looking for, but he files that information away regardless]

More specifically? You mentioned stone, so I was going to guess either in a very mountainous region, or in a keep or castle or some sort?

Both, I suppose. In a castle nestled in the mountains.

[ lately, at least. ]