Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

[notzubats]

Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.

[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]

Comments

[steeledskin]

[ -- they happen to be looking at dresses at the same time. one shop next to the other, and when they both depart their respective doorways their paths practically cross. sansa rather likes riona, and so she's quick to smile. quick to greet. ]

-- Have you found anything you like? [ her own arms are empty. ]

[bryces_pup]

[Despite her own mental state, Riona can't help but smile back. She's certainly seen plenty of Sansa during their time between worlds, but there's a novelty to running into her outside, on the planet.]

Not quite. I never really regarded myself as having too much of a particular taste, but the clothes here seem too plain, even for me. I take it you've had no luck either?

[steeledskin]

[ they are too common, she thinks. but she doesn't say it. moons and moons among the fleet have taught her how unwelcome those comments can be -- that people look at her like she's rude when she refers to the stark delineation between high-born and low-born.

but riona gives her a patch of earth upon which she might frame her opinion. ] None. I haven't found a scrap of silk. Or jacquard.

[bryces_pup]

To be expected I suppose, considering their environment and wealth. Or lack thereof.

[A few dresses would have been nice, but she'll have to settle for just picking up some more tunics and breeches, it seems.]

What are two ladies to do which such a small selection? It's almost a travesty. [She teases purely; they are the outsiders here.]

[steeledskin]

If we could at least find silk fine enough, we could sew something of our own. [ riona may tease, but sansa's answer is deeply serious. ]

[bryces_pup]

[Clearly! Riona sort of feels guilty for the jest.]

My sewing skills are subpar, especially with a fragile fabric like silk. [Tailors always made her clothes for her, so she never really had to learn it by necessity. Her time on the road contributed more to her skills than her years in Highever did.] I could help you look at least.

[She hates how exhausting the prospect sounds. It's nothing against Sansa, not at all. Her company is the only reason Riona's suggesting it. The urge to just crawl back to the ship and shut herself in is still strong. She refuses to give into it, and this would keep her away from the ship longer.

She just hopes her weariness isn't too evident.]

[steeledskin]

[ silently -- uncharitably -- sansa thinks the lady riona could do with a hobby. something quiet and peaceful, that might keep her away from the drink. but she doesn't say it aloud. instead, with a great deal of hesitation: ] I could try and teach you, if you had any interest...

[ she trails off, uncertain. ]

[bryces_pup]

[To be fair, Riona has avoided alcohol since That Incident, but Sansa still has the right idea. She does need a hobby. A constructive one, anyway; hitting things with swords hardly counts.]

I would be honored, if you're willing to try.

[steeledskin]

Speaking truthfully, my lady, I do not know if I would make a good tutor in anything. [ her cheeks puff; she seems almost exasperated with herself. ] But I am certainly willing to make the attempt. And I will try to be gentler in it than my Septa was.

[bryces_pup]

Well, the way I see it, the only way I'm going to find out if I'll be any good at it is if I try to learn, and the only way you'll find out if you'll do well in teaching it is to try, too. [She shrugs.] Worst case scenario, we waste some silk and have some pricked fingers.

[steeledskin]

As you say, [ she smiles. as you say is such a common phrase upon her lips, uttered most often when it's clear sansa wants only to leave a conversation and so she's bound to say anything to make herself seem pliable. agreeable.

except today, just now, it sounded half-genuine. and her smile persists, betraying a spark of excitement at the notion. ] We should choose some silk, then. I have ample thread aboard the ship.

[bryces_pup]

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