[oh hey jinx it's your new best friend. sansa has found a spongy patch in the carpeting and is basting a thread to it in the hopes that it won't come untethered while she's winding her path through whatever these tunnels are. she's alone, without lady or her hounds or even any ravens, and the dank halls and harsh lighting make her skin crawl in a way that's entirely different from the bone catacombs she'd faced in her first month here. those had been like the crypts. this is something entirely foreign and unpleasant. if anything it reminds her of the damp of the fingers and the glare of the light in the eyrie. she reminds herself there is no actual danger, yet, though of course starvation and dehydration loom if she can't escape. she tries not to think about it. she wears one of her charcoal dresses with ravens embroidered at the skirts and shoulders.
when jinx falls more or less on top of her sansa's eyes glimmer with relief and recognition. she's glad to see jinx, and not only because vi's taken to camping out on the beach, and she is very glad not to be trapped in this tunnel alone. she knots the thread and snips it, grinning up at jinx as she slots the needle and shears back into their proper place on her chatelaine, the now-secure thread ending in a skein wound loosely around her wrist.]
I have chalk.
[she slides a small box out of a silver case on her chatelaine.]
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when jinx falls more or less on top of her sansa's eyes glimmer with relief and recognition. she's glad to see jinx, and not only because vi's taken to camping out on the beach, and she is very glad not to be trapped in this tunnel alone. she knots the thread and snips it, grinning up at jinx as she slots the needle and shears back into their proper place on her chatelaine, the now-secure thread ending in a skein wound loosely around her wrist.]
I have chalk.
[she slides a small box out of a silver case on her chatelaine.]
Would you like white or green?