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! )

Comments

[clothed]

Ride the waves...? As in the sea? I hadn't realized that was possible, unless you meant by ship?

[how does one ride the waters???]

It's not the weather as much as it's that I'm not entirely prepared for it. The cold I can withstand, but not for very long if it deepens, as I suspect it will. And yes, I'm still in the city - I haven't gotten used to the streets here.

[aheroipray]

No, no, I - [ Keeping her video on, she makes a motion of waves with her hands. ] The wave of... status quo? Move with the crowd, let life guide you and don't struggle against it. "Just go with the flow", I think is the other way of saying it.

By that I mean that it would be safest to board the transport that will bring you out of the city to the villas. There are many others here and it will be safer among friends.

[clothed]

Ah. Like the flow of a river, or the tides of the seas. I suppose that makes sense, given the context.

Do you reckon they might be convinced to lend me a horse instead?