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

[huaisang]

Very well spoken, Lady Sansa! You truly are wise when faced with adversity.

The most important thing to keep in mind is to never let your chroma run low.

[clothed]

Hardly wise, my lord. Or lady? I'm afraid I failed in addressing your standing correctly.

What happens when this chroma runs low? I understand it's something to avoid, but my memory of the details given to me have fled.

[huaisang]

Lord is fine, I do not find it important to stand on ceremony here. I hardly have the influence I do compared to back home.

Yes, low chroma leads to crystallization. First you will feel exhausted and then your limbs will begin - well. Let's just say it is not pleasant.

[clothed]

Then it must be avoided, at all costs. It sounds unpleasant, to say nothing of the threat of death.

If I may ask - among the gentry of your home, where do you stand?

[huaisang]

It should be, yes.

Back home? I am a sect leader, a rank similar to yours perhaps?

[clothed]

Oh, hardly, my lord. I'm the daughter of a lord, yes, but my standing depends on who I marry.

[ maybe the third husband would be the right one...? ]

[huaisang]

Oh, I understand well how that goes.

[clothed]

If I could marry for love... but that's a choice I do not have. Family, duty, honor. The words of my mother's house.

[huaisang]

Well here you do not need to marry at all.