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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[consignation]

[ Meanwhile... ]

[clothed]

[ lord jiang, you don't have to try so hard... but sansa greatly appreciates the effort. cutie. ]

My lord, your company would be more than enough. If it please you, please stay and dine with me. Allow me to host you, at least until the snow abates.

[ it's not going to abate easily, or at all. oops. no one has to know. ]

[consignation]

[ This is sent from Lan Xichen's place. ]

Do you also require clothes
What food do you prefer
Are you very hungry
I will try to be there soon

[clothed]

My lord, please mind your safety as well. I will survive a few moments' waiting for your arrival.

A cloak for the cold would be welcome, though, if it can be found. Anything you give me, in everything else, I accept wholeheartedly.

[a cute... oh no...]