SANSA STARK

                    sansa shrinks back a little at the thought, but men scare her, this one in particular carries a presence about him.      “ they’re --- they follow me sometimes, i can feel it, even if they don’t want us to. Lady’ll whine because she smells them. she warns me. ”      she ignores that the direwolf at her side ( Lady ) has her hackles raised. sansa would have to be blind to not be able to tell that the man is dangerous. her lashes sweep the top of her cheeks.      “ i like it very much here, ser. the freedoms, not being treated as property but they want --- well they want to kill us, all of us, in these houses. they see us as aberrations. ”

                    her smile curls her lips and softens her features even further.      “ well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, mary stuart. have you met my brother? if not i can think of plenty of ways he would startle him using your resemblance to lady jeyne, ”     there’s a little crinkling around her eyes but she walks forward, offering the lady her arm and motioning out towards the yard.     “ would you like to go for a walk with me? ”

                    she blinks for a moment, doe-eyed, before it dawns on her she’s still naked and she ducks out of the room with a nervous, unsure little laugh. most of her clothes are in her hands, she pulls the shirt on roughly and small shorts and all that go with, moving the towel to her hair in a markedly quick amount of time for dressing in the hallway.     “ any luck? ”      sansa asks against the door, though honestly some of her thoughts are on what she’d left in the bathroom.

                    the smile that follows is gentle and pleased. sansa appreciates the input, it’s so odd to try and figure out modern fashion after having grown up in a climate where bared arms alone were seen as taboo. it was why, in the early days, it had been amazing to move to the southron portion of WESTEROS, to see the fashion and adapt to the idea that a body did not have to be covered --- but she’d never quite modernized until stonefield. no one wanted her head here, and though there were whispers of a danger, she is a little bird in more than just nickname and trusts most all who are kind to her. in a small gesture she looses her hair, letting it fall against her neck and shaking her head as she makes to pin back one of the small braids that had already been pulled into her updo. she glances to the girl for approval.      “ like this? i --- what about this top? ”      she asks. her eyes are bright.

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                    she wants to say that luck doesn’t matter --- it’s already been conceded that she is but she doesn’t push it, leading the other girl to a slightly more open space and setting a ginger hand at her waist. sansa’s dimpled smile is a little wider.      “ well, good thing we’re both cute in that case, isn’t it? otherwise i’d be unworthy to have you on my arm. still probably am, ”      and being a warg ( old blood, green blood, blood of the first men ) doesn’t rid her of the human blush that comes, her only lessons in flattery from stories of knights and princesses.

                        she pauses this time. she’s already accused a COUPLE of women of being margaery, so this time sansa just smiles and thinks to ask beforehand.       “ my lady, your majesty, ”      a quick adjustment, in case it IS her lady sister, Queen in the North,       “ do you know me? sansa of house stark? if not --- you bear marked resemblence to my sister in law, jeyne of house westerling. ”

                     she’s all s o f t curves and the lines of burgeoning womanhood. lines and curves that sansa hates, modern clothes finds and hugs them, drawing them out. makes her pretty in a way that feels dismissive of her even before she opens her mouth. yet still she gives a little twirl, the fabric of babydoll dress swishing about her knees. when she looks up the need for approval is obvious in her eyes. she’s so used to having hand maidens that now everyone deals with her asking opinions.        “ does it look good? i was thinking maybe a belt or something, and i can let my hair down --- ”       sansa’s still only just a young woman, and everyone wants to feel pretty sometimes.

                    there’s a little movement in the kitchen as sansa leans against the counter and plucks at a small tray of lemon cakes. she’d made brownies as well, but she’s just such a sucker for anything lemon based.      “ want one? ”