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prismatica2019-12-19 04:21 am
clothed) wrote in prismatica2019-12-19 04:21 am
one; a letter. ( un: sansastark )
[ 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! )
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! )
no subject
[it ill-fits in sansa's mouth, discarding titles as she's asked, but she's quickly coming to understand the politics of this place, the way it's similar and the way it's different from what she's known. some things remain familiar, to be true, but what isn't sansa is sure she'll pick up on eventually.
hopefully sooner than later.
sansa makes a small bow.]
I've never made a dress for a jinba before, [she offers, her apology for her staring.] May I ask if there's someone in particular you wish to dress for?
no subject
[Even though she's just said that she herself didn't need any honorific, Konoha attaches one to the human woman's name. Force of habit, hailing from a world in which she was one of the lower ranks of social class. Not that she found anything wrong with that, but... when meeting new women it was just more likely they be the sort who required titles.
Thinking about clothes pulls Konoha's gaze back down to her simple, homespun kimono, absently plucking at the hide pelt around her "waist", trying to imagine what she'd look like in a dress more like how humans wore. ... Silly, probably.]
Ehe, yeah, this is what I meant about not really being able to wear dresses...
[Not that she minded... ! But the question seems to catch her off guard, not used to being asked "someone" so much as "some occasion". A few blinks later, though, she lets out a small laugh, one hoof pawing the ground a bit self-consciously.]
I guess the only one I'm dressing for is my husband... ? Not that men really notice a lady's clothes most of the time...