one; a letter. ( un: sansastark )

[clothed]

[ sansa, when she finally understands the purpose of the strange, sleek brace she's been given, carefully taps out a letter for all that it might interest. ]

My heartfelt greetings to all that this letter may find.

My name is Sansa of House Stark, daughter of Eddard, Warden of The North. I write regarding the inclement weather that plagues the city now. The snow is harsh, and heavy, and to judge by the bite of the wind, it will be no less cruel.

I seek aid. I do not know how to hunt game, nor do I understand most of the meals sold in the glass-windowed shops found in this city. As well, I need cloths, and needle and thread, to fashion clothes that will stand the coming weather. I hope to sustain myself here, but know not how or where to begin. I can only offer my skills with needlework in exchange for any help.

I would be indebted for any kindness given.

( OOC: accompanying log can be found here! )

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un; jiangcheng2 1/2

[consignation]

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[consignation]

[ There is a ten minute delay as he types. ]

Lady Stark it is unnecessary to barter for aid this way

Should you be willing to accept it the Jiang sect is more than willing to provide for you however able

why is he so cute !!!

[clothed]

[surely she's misread, she thinks at first. was this in shorthand? perhaps— oh.

...oh.]

Lord Jiang. I am more than grateful. Would I not be imposing, in doing so?

text | j.valentine

[torsion]

Alright, what are you doing right now?

[clothed]

I am putting my effects into order, for want of a task. Why ask?

un: Adagium

[profanation]

Come now, there's no need for that!
We're mostly kind souls here, given to bouts of spontaneous charity!
Where might you be, in this most inhospitable weather?
Home, I should hope!

[clothed]

I had been offered a place to stay in the city, which I've accepted. Common quarters, I believe? There is not much space.

Surely it would be much better for us to trade on our skills, and be useful?

[huaisang]

You arrived at such bad time, I don't know what I would do under this weather and alone.

[clothed]

The cold doesn't bother me. My home is colder, sharper with its bite.

But I am alone, to be true. Does it always snow here?

text | un: stcethleannfan

[baitless]

Ah, feel free to contact me if you need anything, and do not feel as though you need to compensate me for it. I would be willing to help you navigate those shops and how to prepare food with the facilities available, since... well, I am aware of how complicated it is if you are not familiar with how everything works.

There is also a farm in Greatmoon Grove owned by a kind couple that may be easier to work with. I can see if I can contact the proprietor for you if you would like, though it may be difficult for you to get there in the inclement weather.

[clothed]

[ would that these "user names" indicate some kind of gender; sansa doesn't know how to address anyone properly, and it's starting to nettle at her sense of propriety. ]

That everything seems foreign to me is a source of frustration, I must admit, unbecoming as it must sound. Patience is virtuous. I'm sure I will learn as I must, eventually.

Has the weather become inconvenient?

video; un: benefic

[aheroipray]

[ She doesn't bother with text. Sansa has already gotten quite a few responses, and she figures there's no better way to be thrown into the fire (metaphorically) than this. ]

Hello! Hope this doesn't give you a scare. Seems you've gotten a bit of help... feeling a bit more confident now?

video : text;

[clothed]

[ —oh. this is new - moving pictures? she looks so small... perhaps she's not this small? sansa doesn't touch anything more on the screen, in case she triggers something strange. ]

Hardly. If anything I find myself a bit more lost than I started out.

Is it always so confusing, upon arrival?

un: lian

[holycurse]

Hello, and welcome to the city! These heavy snows have only recently begun, so I'm afraid you've arrived at a rather bad time. Do you still need assistance with anything? The idea of moonlacing can be difficult to get used to, but money can also be earned through traditional employment, if you wish to avoid too much of such contact. I can direct you to a few good craft shops as well, for cloth and the like.

/sweats i'm so late

[clothed]

I would be honored by your help, truly. Thank you. Would there be any places that accept seamstresses, untested as they are? I've yet to make clothes in the fashion the city prefers, but I'm more than willing to learn.

un: undyingsoul

[necroyalty]

Hello, Lady Stark.

My name is Ambrosine, queen of Vanth, fourth of her name and daughter of Elias the Grim and his first wife, Magus Concordia Mirthwood of Blackthorne.

Unless you have a more unconventional figure, I've found that the shops here have some garments ready made that are more than serviceable. You do suffer a bit for the right fit, but they'll keep you warm for the few months you'll need them.

crawls back online

[clothed]

My honor to make your acquaintance, your Majesty.

[the city's not absent of royalty, it would seem. sansa takes note, and makes a small remark next to the queen's name: ally or opponent?

(opponent to what? the war has passed.)]

Are the tailors and seamstresses here incapable of fitting their custom properly? That's hardly a way to conduct business, if we're to pay good coin for their services.

text, un: noir

[gracile]

Hello Sansa!
I'm Haru of House Okumura, daughter of Kunikazu, CEO of Okumura Foods.

[Okay, not really, but it was such a fancy-sounding introduction...]

You're hardly the only person a little out of place here, but everyone's very welcoming!
Have you found someone to show you around yet? Or, at least, find you some food?

[clothed]

My honor to make your acquaintance, Lady Haru. Though if I may ask, what is a CEO?

[she assumes it's a sort of order, but the arrangement of letters are unfamiliar.]

I would appreciate a friend in these times, my lady, if she permits company. Have you been here long?

text | un: stormflower

[sleepinglotus]

Hello, Sansa.

It seems you've gotten some assistance already. If you are still concerned about food, I can offer my services until you've gotten more familiar with the inner workings of Prismatica.

[clothed]

Good stranger, would the weather not be... inconvenient for you? I don't have enough to properly compensate you for your services yet.

Perhaps I could come with you?

text | un: konoha

[lumberlady]

[gasp... ! medieval cameraderie]

greeting, SANSA OF HOUSE STARK!

i KONOHA! name spell like 🌳🍃.

i think same when i arrive! no need worry! here money easy to get, no need make own clothes or food.

i do, but no need to! can explain if you desire.

[clothed]

[there's something endearing about the way the stranger writes; learned enough for letters, but carefree with the order in which they write. sansa finds herself smiling, and yearns to reach out to them.]

I would love to have your explanations writ, Konoha. Am I addressing a lady or a ser?

(Text; UN: motherofdragons)

[decisiveconquest]

(She is torn, her anger and her bitterness colliding like a storm within her brain. Sansa Stark stood against her and never trusted her. She was like her brother, but they are without their armies here and lashing out could disrupt what alliances she has been able to make.)

Welcome, Lady Stark. If you know how to cook or bake, you will find all you require in the market place.

i'm so sorry for being so late!!!

[clothed]

[mother of dragons. logically, there's a chance that this message comes from someone else, but — no. she is addressed directly. with clear familiarity.

daenerys of the targaryens is here.]

I fear I've never truly gone to a market on my own. Not without attendants, at the very least.

Perhaps they can help me, and show me how it's done?