[a misstep. sansa frowns. the glaring lights and creeping damp seem to be getting under her skin. she thought they resolved this on the boardwalk. evidently she was wrong, or the suffocating, head-aching atmosphere of this place is getting to jinx too.]
I was the one who came to get her when she was trying to sleep on the beach, no matter all the storms we'd been getting, to wait for you. I helped her make up a room for you instead. We both came out of the ocean when there was snow on the ground, and then we both went back in. I came out sooner, and she asked for me on the net work, so we became friends. I gave her a place to stay, and she gave me her protection. She probably knows more about me than I know about her, because I don't like to ask people about things they don't want to tell me. She only told me enough about you to know what to look for; that you had long blue hair, and you were short, and brilliant, that you made bombs and other things. And I said I would look for you, because I have to look for people anyway.
[she stalks (squelchily) over to the wall, and chalks a passable portrait of arya stark in her guise as cat of the canals, replete with a little sword that hadn't been present when sansa saw her in the portals. it's markedly half the size of the vi drawing.]
Because I have my own sister, and brothers, and none of them are here. I look for them every day, to make sure they haven't wandered off into the Trenchwood unarmed to be killed by beasts, or worse. We were separated at home, forced into hiding, and one of them was killed along with my parents. I didn't know any of them had escaped until I came here. I was pretending to be someone else, because there's a bounty on my head in the Seven Kingdoms. I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell, I make clothes and leather armor; I'm a Paleblood and I can look out the eyes of animals and know what they know. When I came here I told everyone my name was Alayne Stone because I had been hiding under that name for over a year, and I didn't know if I had enemies here waiting for me. I only told everyone my true name a few days before you showed up the first time. And now you know more about me than I know about you. I hope that helps you to feel better.
[she writes 'too little to be frightening' over the picture of arya.]
Don't worry, she's littler than you. You're very frightening.
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I was the one who came to get her when she was trying to sleep on the beach, no matter all the storms we'd been getting, to wait for you. I helped her make up a room for you instead. We both came out of the ocean when there was snow on the ground, and then we both went back in. I came out sooner, and she asked for me on the net work, so we became friends. I gave her a place to stay, and she gave me her protection. She probably knows more about me than I know about her, because I don't like to ask people about things they don't want to tell me. She only told me enough about you to know what to look for; that you had long blue hair, and you were short, and brilliant, that you made bombs and other things. And I said I would look for you, because I have to look for people anyway.
[she stalks (squelchily) over to the wall, and chalks a passable portrait of arya stark in her guise as cat of the canals, replete with a little sword that hadn't been present when sansa saw her in the portals. it's markedly half the size of the vi drawing.]
Because I have my own sister, and brothers, and none of them are here. I look for them every day, to make sure they haven't wandered off into the Trenchwood unarmed to be killed by beasts, or worse. We were separated at home, forced into hiding, and one of them was killed along with my parents. I didn't know any of them had escaped until I came here. I was pretending to be someone else, because there's a bounty on my head in the Seven Kingdoms. I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell, I make clothes and leather armor; I'm a Paleblood and I can look out the eyes of animals and know what they know. When I came here I told everyone my name was Alayne Stone because I had been hiding under that name for over a year, and I didn't know if I had enemies here waiting for me. I only told everyone my true name a few days before you showed up the first time. And now you know more about me than I know about you. I hope that helps you to feel better.
[she writes 'too little to be frightening' over the picture of arya.]
Don't worry, she's littler than you. You're very frightening.