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Who: Sansa Stark and you!
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish and Iskaulit
When: Today
Even the Fleet can be a harrowing and disquieting place at times, despite how fond we might become of our ships and our associates. I find I cannot escape the frayed nerves I felt during the raid last month. [ margaery might be gone, but even now sansa is taking cues from her braver friend. she writes in months, now, and not in moons. just as marge had done. ]
In times of trouble, what helps you feel most safe? Secure? I meditate -- but it's been helping little and less. [ ... ] Is it shameful and craven that I should rely upon my family and my fellow crew so much and so often? I fear that without them I would be all at sea.
Will a familiar face accompany me to the Iskaulit, today? I haven't been in ages and I miss the gardens.
( BLUE FISH )
[ today is one of sansa's better days. she's sitting in a common area with a bit of busywork stretched across her lap. ser allen had asked for some alterations to be made of his wardrobe, and she's found solace in this distraction. while she sews, she hums: old hymns from home. sansa hasn't done much singing in the more-than-a-year since her arrival, but it turns out her voice is sweet and accomplished.
she greets the crew when they pass by. heavens help us all, she smiles when they pass. ]
( ISKAULIT )
[ after a comfortable reconnaissance with an able escort, sansa returns to the iskaulit in the evening -- or for whatever passes as evening when you're sailing through the stars. she goes cloaked and with her heart set upon a more solitary visit to the gardens now that she's proven to herself she can step foot upon it again. but her communications device is gripped tightly in hand should she witnesses any lions while she prays -- kneeling in the narrow aisle of a garden that's more pragmatic than anything else. even so, it'll have to do.
and when she's done she steals her way through the quieter corridors on the iskaulit. she's such a rare sight in these halls that it wouldn't be unusual to mistake her for a newer member of the fleet. ]
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish and Iskaulit
When: Today
Even the Fleet can be a harrowing and disquieting place at times, despite how fond we might become of our ships and our associates. I find I cannot escape the frayed nerves I felt during the raid last month. [ margaery might be gone, but even now sansa is taking cues from her braver friend. she writes in months, now, and not in moons. just as marge had done. ]
In times of trouble, what helps you feel most safe? Secure? I meditate -- but it's been helping little and less. [ ... ] Is it shameful and craven that I should rely upon my family and my fellow crew so much and so often? I fear that without them I would be all at sea.
Will a familiar face accompany me to the Iskaulit, today? I haven't been in ages and I miss the gardens.
( BLUE FISH )
[ today is one of sansa's better days. she's sitting in a common area with a bit of busywork stretched across her lap. ser allen had asked for some alterations to be made of his wardrobe, and she's found solace in this distraction. while she sews, she hums: old hymns from home. sansa hasn't done much singing in the more-than-a-year since her arrival, but it turns out her voice is sweet and accomplished.
she greets the crew when they pass by. heavens help us all, she smiles when they pass. ]
( ISKAULIT )
[ after a comfortable reconnaissance with an able escort, sansa returns to the iskaulit in the evening -- or for whatever passes as evening when you're sailing through the stars. she goes cloaked and with her heart set upon a more solitary visit to the gardens now that she's proven to herself she can step foot upon it again. but her communications device is gripped tightly in hand should she witnesses any lions while she prays -- kneeling in the narrow aisle of a garden that's more pragmatic than anything else. even so, it'll have to do.
and when she's done she steals her way through the quieter corridors on the iskaulit. she's such a rare sight in these halls that it wouldn't be unusual to mistake her for a newer member of the fleet. ]
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[ -- at home, too. although the truest meaning of her original question was sourced in how inadequate she feels when they do so much for her and she does so little in return. but sansa feels a little too ashamed to put a finer point on the boy's misunderstanding. ]
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i make that mistake at least three times a day i think.
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Blue Fish
It's been a lot for her, and it's part of the reason she's been more reclusive than most remember her being.
She peers around the entryway, her brow lifting briefly in surprise to see Sansa at work, humming a tune. When Sansa looks up and smiles, Riona smiles back reflexively. But it's not unsincere - she DOES recall Sansa not being one of much to smile, so she knows to treasure this fleeting moment.]
I apologize if I disrupted you. [Her next reflex is to make small talk, something she once loved that she now hates, thanks to all the years in court. But Sansa is crew, and she deserves better than an awkward apology. So Riona pushes forward with the conversation.] You sing very well.
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Thank you. I am glad to be back amongst all of you again. [That is true enough, and that's the reason she chooses that wording. Being back has been... complicated, with everything the past decade has wrought. But she is truly glad to see her friends again, even if she's not quite the same anymore.] It's been a strange sort of homecoming.
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[But more importantly:] There are gardens?
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Hey you. Still want to go to the gardens?
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I do. Yes. [ sansa lets her fingers fall still, mid-stitch. ] I haven't left the ship in many, many days. If I leave it now then I would want the gardens to be my very first stop.
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Great! Well, I'm pretty much free today, if you want my company. I mean, sure I don't know much about flowers and stuff, but I like to think I'm a pretty good escort otherwise.
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I offer up prayers, I guess, sort of like that. It's more like talking to friends who aren't here.
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I don't really pray to any specific gods. I guess more like I offer my feelings up to the elements? There's a race of people from my world who are the natural elements manifest, so if you offer prayers then sonetimes they can extend blessings over towns and stuff.
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and sometimes after a while i start to believe that things really will be fine!!
but no there's nothing wrong with talking to friends and family
if the yelling doesn't work then that's who i turn to
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as for how it helps, i don't really know! maybe it's psychological, maybe it's the yelling, but i always start to cheer up a little every time i do it. my bff and i have been doing it since we were kids, and it's helped almost every time!
of course it's not for everyone but it's definitely helped me :D
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I'm not a familiar face, but if you need a escort to the Iskaulit, I was planning to visit too.
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But once you learn it, you no longer have to rely on anyone else to protect you.
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