un: lady; video (semi-accidental)

[dohaeris]

[sansa means for this to be anonymous, unfortunately she hasn't really figured out usernames yet, let alone how to hide hers. she also means for this to be text, but the video is already recording when she starts speaking.

she's visibly younger, though not much (a little over three years, now); smaller and slighter and more wide-eyed, with her clothes not quite fitting right and her hair braided simply to one side. lady remains the same size, half in her lap on the couch, with blue ribbons around her neck rather than her fancy padded collar. sansa, too, wears the silvery-blue dress she wore to the rinne festival tied very tightly, her padded collar slightly askew.

and she looks somber. something has clearly been troubling her. she's not quite looking at the camera. her voice is low and a little bitter.]

What happens to us when they come back?

Comments

[fogsong]

I'm open to a snack before the show and a meal after. We could also leave it up to Sansa, though. It's her little adventure after all.

[dohaeris]

[someday older sansa is going to take her to jacobean revenge dramas]

Oh, I don't mind, as long as there's time for everything.

[fogsong]

We'll make sure everything fits, don't worry.

[strongroots]

I could just sit back and leave everything to all you. [ Grinning, and, he kinda did-- ] But if I go and don't bring Tory? She has every right to make me sleep on the floor. You mind the extra company?

[fogsong]

You don't even get the couch? Damn, she's cold. [ then why does it sound like sharon approves? ] Of course, Tory can come. Stupid question.

[dohaeris]

[oh this seems like a decent time to mention:]

Oh, Robyn and Mob and Ezra can come too, if they want.

[fogsong]

The more the merrier, yeah?

[abornfighter]

At least it's on the training mats on the floor instead of the hard wood.

[She's kidding entirely, but if Robby's going to set her up with this reputation, she's going to take it and roll with it.]

[fogsong]

It kinda sounds like he should be thanking his lucky stars then.

[strongroots]

Don't you two start whispering ideas while we're out.

I feel like I should be getting worried, here.

[fogsong]

Oh, come on, you have nothing to worry about. It's not like I've got ideas brewing as we speak. [ she is l y i n g ]