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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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?

it's okay!

[decisiveconquest]

(There is no point in hiding or pretending she is someone else. Daenerys has lost a great deal of her pride as a Targaryen, but it cannot be avoided or denied.)

You will be safe. I have been often and not once have I felt threatened.

(She has a small Drogon; that helps.)

If you require help - (Is she really doing this?) I am available.

[clothed]

[ sansa has a needle of a knife and her wits; her grace will have to excuse her for feeling a little ill-prepared. ]

I would be honored for the company. I've already shown myself as lost with the ways of this place. Any guidance offered I accept wholeheartedly.