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?

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[dohaeris]

[sansa's eyes go soft and misty, and she manages a damp, watery smile, she stacks the photos and clasps them with both hands.]

Yes, I thought she must've been killed after the riots, but they got her out of the city with some of the Night's Watch recruits.

[her little smile fades. she glances briefly down at the photos.]

I don't want to forget that.

[possessum]

( It's a horrible place to be in, and he doesn't know what to say. How to comfort someone in this position — and deep down knowing that any comforts won't last, anyway. This young girl will go back home (not home, it's not her real home), and whatever horrors await her there. She'll think (another) loved one is dead.

Peter sits there with his stomach in knots. But although any comfort won't last, it still feels important that he try. In this temporary moment, to ease any upset of this temporary person. It won't be much. He knows nothing can really help. )

I'm sorry. I know this doesn't.. help much, but.... I'll tell your older self about her. About Arya. I don't know if she knows that she's safe.

...She's my friend. You, older.

[dohaeris]

They're her pictures. Her raven, too.

[sansa sighs. she does appreciate the gesture, and her instinct, always, is to put people at their ease. she smies grimly.]

That's very kind. Thank you. If Arya and I can survive King's Landing, we'll meet again in Winterfell.

[this version of sansa might seem beaten, but she has more hope than alayne stone ever did. her raven omen told her a little of her sister's future, but nothing of her brothers. she doesn't know how much more she has to lose.]