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driftfleet2016-04-13 03:52 pm
steeledskin) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-13 03:52 pm
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» 4th lemoncake
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. ]
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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In silver and blue, [ she breathes the words. ] I have thread for it. And a little trail of beautiful snowflakes along the cuffs. [ she nods, feeling enthused. ]
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Sadness crosses his face before he focuses on the words coming from his sister’s mouth.]
Ah! I would like that. [Robb nods firmly.] What clothes should I give you? I do not have anything formal. Mayhaps one of my under shirts. It is dark and has long sleeves. I could wear my breeches with that. And my boots.
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A good coat would be better. Kings don't wear under shirts to lovely dances, do they?
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If you know where I am able to get such a coat I will wear it. Otherwise I will attend the feast in my under shirt. [Oh, and by the way.] If you would put your needlework on it, it will look less like an undershirt, not?
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Haven’t you been there yet, Sansa?
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No -- I don't care for the masks.
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[He likes that best, to be honest.]
But if you wish to visit the market, we can go together, wearing those uncomfortable masks.
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And you know I am not that knowledgeable about silks and fabrics.
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how tragic. ]
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I looked quite...kingly. [And still a bit pale as well.] If you get to meet Jeyne she will tell you as well.
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[ -- she swallows hard, refusing to think of other weddings. ]
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It was a small wedding. We did not have a proper feast either.
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Did you dance, at least?
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