driftfleet | (no subject)

Who: Sansa Stark, and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide; Anonymous
Action: Blue Fish, Iskaulit
When: Afternoon to late evening

( ANONYMOUS TEXT: )

What should you do if someone you have never met -- never in your life -- hates you? What should you do if they are rude and horrible and ill-mannered and they won't tell you why?

I have done bad things. I know I have. But nothing to deserve this.

( ACTION: )

[ when she isn't indulging in her very self-centered sort of misery, sansa is aboard the blue fish. she has finally decided to make a brave attempt to decorate the door to her room, and so far has only managed to paint the bone-white bark of what will eventually be a tree.

and then -- well after the hour when she ought to have been in bed -- sansa does something unanticipated. unexpected. she takes a shuttle all by herself! and she lets it pilot her back to the iskaulit, where she walks the halls with slow and careful purpose until she arrives at the garden. she makes a seat for herself far from the door, and she breathes in the smell of soil and plant-life. already, and despite its bewitching magicks, she misses the well-wooded planet so recently departed. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Well, Sansa Stark, if you're a good friend of hers maybe you could teach her your manners.

[ it's a joke that he has a feeling will be missed. ahsoka's lack of manners is probably their bonding point against obi-wan at this point. he is trying to lighten sansa's mood but he is a stranger and he isn't someone who could do that for her.

he peers a bit closer, a small concerned frown on his face. ]

Are you ...okay? If you want, I could go get Ahsoka--

[ she is quick to shake her head -- a small, firm shake. there are these brief glimpses of a backbone in a young woman who otherwise seems too pliable. too agreeable, even as she refuses to smile. ]

Why bother her? [ sansa breathes out. ] It is late. I -- well, I assume she sleeps. I suppose I've never asked her if she does.

She sleeps, she snores, all of it. And you'd have to do a lot more than asking for company to bother her. You would have to refuse her company.

[ it's not a guilt he wants to lay on her, so he quickly switches topic ]

You didn't answer me though. Are you going to be alright? I know space travel can be daunting and lonely when you're not used to it.

I'm not afraid of being lonely. [ her chin lifts. somehow (still) there's a proud and restless creature hiding in the depths of her stomach. it surfaces, now and then. like a wolf raising its head. ] But --

I will be fine. I promise.