two; a letter. ( un: sansastark )

[clothed]

[ so. floods. not a fan. sansa would very much like to never experience that sort of thing again. ]

My heartfelt greetings to all that are reading this letter. My name is Sansa Stark.

I have two requests to ask of those who might be interested.

First, That I may trade in my skills with the needle in exchange for private company, for reasons I will gladly explain at length, if required. Second, that those who are familiar with wolves and hounds may permit me to ask questions in confidence.

It would mean so much to me if I could be indulged in either of these two requests. My gratitude to those who have read this far, and to anyone who chooses to reply.

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un: thejinling

[inheritedpain]

What kind of questions about hounds?

I'm definitely the best person here to ask. Fairy is the best there ever was.

[clothed]

You have a hound named Fairy?

Does she hunt?

[ she assumes the hound is a girl, given the name. ]

[inheritedpain]

Of course she does. But not your normal easy mundane stuff!!

She hunts spirits and ghosts and demons, and things like that. She's way smarter than your average dog.

Though of course she can still easily take down a pheasant, if I wanted her to!

[clothed]

[ she sounds like ghost. jon would be pleased to hear of such a hound - perhaps ghost can be married off, where jon proves difficult. ]

I understand. I had raised a direwolf myself, when I was younger. Her name was Lady. She was sweeter than her siblings, though her teeth weren't any less sharp.

Is she here? May I see her?

[inheritedpain]

Of course she's here! We go everywhere together.

If you want. I take her running a lot, because otherwise she would get too bored.

You can meet us in the park on the first level.

[clothed]

Lend me an hour or two, I shall meet you then.

[ because, you know, these layers aren't going to put themselves on - and the braids too! sansa's least favorite thing about pretending to be lady sansa, the pretty little bird in cersei's cage; but if she must be sansa stark, then she must be her in every way.

queen sansa of the north must remain her secret alone, for now. ]

May I see what Fairy looks like? That I may more easily recognize you when I come to look for you?

[inheritedpain]

Two, but then you better be on time! We won’t wait forever.

[ But he does her one better and sends her a photo of them both. ]

[clothed]

[ oh no. cute dog. ]

I won't keep the young lord waiting.

[ true enough, sansa shows up two hours later in a summer dress, one of the few that has survived the mess of the flood. dirty water is hell on silks, did you know?

and sansa is tall, standing with her back straight as she greets the young lord - what else must he be, with such frankness?

still, the hound. fairy. a beautiful girl. sansa offers her a piece of sweetmeat, freshly unwrapped in butcher paper. ]

My lord. She's gorgeous.

[inheritedpain]

[ Oh.

She’s gorgeous, he thinks to himself, finding his face heat up a little at her approach. Her dress is beautiful, somehow reminiscent of home with its lush fabrics, although strangely exotic, too.

Then she speaks, producing a treat for Fairy, and Jin Ling decides immediately that he likes her. Not in a funny way!! Just!!! He likes it when people recognize fairy’s good qualities, and he can’t help but preen a little being addressed as “lord”. ]

Go on, [ He says to Fairy, who - now given permission - trots over happily to receive the offered treats. Then to Sansa, with a slightly puffed chest and no small amount of pride: ]

Of course she is. I told you she was the best, didn’t I?

But you don’t need to call me lord - I’m not Sect Leader yet.

[ He put his hands out before him, sword grasped in one of them, and offered her a bow. ]

I am Jin Ling, courtesy name Jin Rulan, heir of the Lanling Jin Sect, as well as Yunmeng Jiang.

[ He lowered his arms. ]

But you may call me Jin Ling. And she’s Fairy, of course.