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

[profanation]

[ Oh my, apparently they had to be so formal! He really ought to have pushed for your Majesty, considering where he'd been sitting only moments before waking up on the Iris moon. Ah well. No use crying over spilled milk.

She also hadn't confirmed her name, which left him rather neatly with 'my lady' despite her pretty sentence. Clever girl! ]

Oh, well if you're certain, I can be found at the Lunar Scientia.
Do you know how to get there? It's the large building in upper Lunatia.
If not, then I can give you directions from whatever starting point you'd like :) simply pick one and I'll fire them off!

[clothed]

[what are pretty girls if not clever, in one way or another? sansa doesn't need to be known as clever here, just pretty and helpless. those words suit her means just fine.]

If it pleases, I'll have the directions.

[she names her closest landmark, a park with an ornate fountain, seated at the middle of it a group of statues of maidens contorted in-- pleasure, maybe, rictus expressions etched deeply into the stone. sansa doesn't like them one bit.]

[profanation]

Ah, that spot!
Rather gauche, if you don't mind my saying, but, well, as they said in my day, de gustibus non disputandum est.
Now, as for the Lunar Scientia, where you can ask for Ardyn Izunia...

[ And he proceeded to give her directions to the Lunar Scientia, where she could get her questions answered by whoever she wanted, or seek him out. He was hard to miss even in this cold, with the layers he had draped himself in. ]]