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driftfleet2019-02-07 08:31 pm
theladyofwinterfell) wrote in driftfleet2019-02-07 08:31 pm
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004 to sleep, perchance to dream
Who: Sansa Stark
Action: Marsiva like everyone else, alas.
When: 7 February
( Being a social sort of person, Sansa's current confinement on the Marsiva has been more than trying on her patience. She's had her memories invaded and hasn't been able to spend time with Tyrion the way she likes to at night. She hasn't been able to have training with Jim or Bucky. She hasn't been able to meet Kogarasumaru for tea or Leia to chat. She hasn't even been able to work on Akeldama's fine coats as much as she wants.
She is, overall, wholly unhappy with the situation.
The Atroma, being a cruel sort, had not provided her with any of her needlework to occupy her time. They did give her a warm shawl she'd gotten in the last system, though, and a pair of fuzzy slippers. She takes both with her to the main room and tries to find a book that catches her fantasy. Unlike Tyrion, she's no reader, and she wishes there were cards or a cyvasse board to better occupy her time. She picks one and pages through it. It turns out to be unwieldy, though, and not the romantic fantasy she'd prefer. And, as such, she ends up falling asleep with the book on her chest, startling when she hears someone come up alongside her. )
I'm awake, I swear it! I only dozed off for a moment.
Action: Marsiva like everyone else, alas.
When: 7 February
( Being a social sort of person, Sansa's current confinement on the Marsiva has been more than trying on her patience. She's had her memories invaded and hasn't been able to spend time with Tyrion the way she likes to at night. She hasn't been able to have training with Jim or Bucky. She hasn't been able to meet Kogarasumaru for tea or Leia to chat. She hasn't even been able to work on Akeldama's fine coats as much as she wants.
She is, overall, wholly unhappy with the situation.
The Atroma, being a cruel sort, had not provided her with any of her needlework to occupy her time. They did give her a warm shawl she'd gotten in the last system, though, and a pair of fuzzy slippers. She takes both with her to the main room and tries to find a book that catches her fantasy. Unlike Tyrion, she's no reader, and she wishes there were cards or a cyvasse board to better occupy her time. She picks one and pages through it. It turns out to be unwieldy, though, and not the romantic fantasy she'd prefer. And, as such, she ends up falling asleep with the book on her chest, startling when she hears someone come up alongside her. )
I'm awake, I swear it! I only dozed off for a moment.
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Do you have anyone from home here? Anyone that you’re close to?
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Ah, a complicated question. There are people here who I know, who I consider dear friends. But they didn't know me when I first saw them here. I was not a part of their lives in their version of Thedas.
We've become friends here, but it's not exactly the same.
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I hadn't realized that he was from a different version of your home. I am glad that you are working out that together.