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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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?

[gracile]

[Oh, she called her 'Lady.' That makes her feel all fancy.]

I would be happy to be your friend, of course! I've only been here for several months, but it's always easier to adjust to a new place when you have pleasant company, isn't it?

You don't have to call me "Lady Haru," by the way. Just "Haru" is fine, if you'd like!

And it stands for Chief Executive Officer. He's the one in charge of the company. Do they not have those where you're from?

[clothed]

Ah, wouldn't calling you by your given name be too forward? Your father is an official, surely you're well-deserved of your station as a lady. And no, I don't think we have Chief Executive Officers - we have lords, which I assume is something similar? They manage their sworn men and vassals, as well as the business within their lands. A company, though - is it like an arrangement of sellswords? Or perhaps something closer to merchants?

I would be honored to be friends with a learned lady such as Lady Haru. If it pleases, of course.

[gracile]

[Oh, she wasn't just being formal with the "Lady" stuff, Haru realizes. It seems crazy, but hadn't Konoha come from Japan's past? Perhaps this was something along those lines?]

Yes, you could think of it as a merchant organization. It operates a number of restaurants-- that is, suppliers of food and beverages-- throughout our nation.

I'm sorry, I had assumed you were just being very formal with your speech, I hadn't realized that we were talking about actual ranks of nobility! My apologies, Miss Sansa. Lady Sansa? You're an actual lady, so I should call you that, shouldn't I?

[clothed]

Call me as you please, my lady. I wouldn't insist on any titles where they hold no power. Please be comfortable with me.

[this place - it needs a different approach, a more personable one from what she's used to back home. shrouding herself in the trappings of the nobility is useless here. at least lady haru seems genuinely kind; sansa feels she need not be so guarded with her.]

And such is noble work, that your family oversees. You have your own trade routes, yes? Is it not scary, to be a merchant's daughter? I can imagine your father must always be worried for you, if you travel alone. What sort of food are your family's specialties? Ah, perhaps we'll find some like it here?

I get ahead of myself, Lady Haru, forgive me. I've not had many friends to speak to about such things before.

[gracile]

[Noble work.

Perhaps once upon a time it had been. But that feels like a bitter irony to read. Not that she'll let any of it bleed into a conversation with a new friend.]

Something like that, yes! Business where I come from might be a little different than what you're used to, but the principles are the same everywhere, aren't they?

And my father was very protective of me growing up, absolutely, as I'm sure yours must have been, as a lady! He taught me to be wary, but honestly, sometimes it was a little overbearing... I never had much in the way of friends before, either!

As for the food we specialized in, well... I don't suppose you've ever had coffee? Or hamburgers?

[clothed]

[lady haru is correct in her assumption - sansa's heard of neither.]

I have not heard of either, I'm afraid. They are delicacies?

And I suppose you're right in that regard, that the rules largely remain the same no matter where we end up. Fathers will always be protective of their daughters, and daughters will either be dutiful or... something else, I suppose. Does this mean the Lady Haru has a betrothal as well?

[gracile]

[Oh. That touches on something she'd rather not think about.]

I did, at one point. Fortunately, I did not have to go through with it. He was not a kind man.

But this is perhaps a little too heavy subject matter for meeting a new friend! I don't know if I'd call them delicacies per se; they're very popular food and drink for just about everyone. However, it entirely depends on what you make it with. The difference between a regular cup of coffee and a high-end gourmet cup of coffee can be vast!

[Great job changing the subject, Haru. Nobody will ever notice.]

[clothed]

[an unpleasant memory has been touched upon; sansa relents, loose-handed as the attempt at a segue may have been.]

Ah, just as a berry picked from the roadside tastes differently from a berry sheltered away in a garden. But the distinctions of flavor in this drinks - they are pronounced? Perhaps you could show me sometime?

We could make an afternoon out of it. Tea and lemon cakes, I'll make them for us, and perhaps you could bring your coffee and hamburgers?

[gracile]

Yes, exactly! And I'd be happy to show you.

[She appreciates the drop of subject. It's something she's not afraid to talk about, but not with a new friend.]

And that would be lovely, Lady Sansa! I'd be happy to bring both and introduce you to the cuisine of this world, if you'd do the same for me!

[clothed]

[ a friend. time will tell if sansa will be able to to speak with the lady haru with unreserved honesty, but for a moment she lets herself hope. she's lived this long with a dearth of friends, and of the scant few that she's made — shae is dead, margaery is dead, and whatever the hound was to her, well he's dead too.

not a great track record, as far as friends go. please don't die on her just yet. ]

I'd be honored, Lady Haru. Whenever and wherever you choose to have our day, I'll gladly go.

[gracile]

Of course! I'll take a look at my calendar.

Would it be impolite if I asked you to call me just "Haru"?