[sansa operates under the impression the patrons might always be listening, but she's not sure saying so would be entirely helpful. her mouth twists to one side.]
It's easier to find them during the months they rule. Your own patron may find you sooner. Some people seem to be able to summon them. They like gifts.
[other people call them sacrifices. she wonders if she could summon madae generosity with one of her ringd, and if madame generosity could get them out of here. it feels distinctly beyond the reach of the patrons, but perhaps that's only the effects of this place her omen warned her about.]
This place feels––too far away for anyone to hear, but I suppose it's worth trying anyway.
[she lifts her eyes and her voice.]
Never Mind? Madame Generosity? Please, we could very much use your help.
[she sounds more plaintive than reverential. sansa has never seen the pthumerians as gods. they are a very strange people, who think very differently, but they have wants and quirks like everyone else she has met, although it's much harder for her to tell what they are. the moss king played games, never mind...well, he does teach lessons, but he doesn't always know how to explain them.
madame generosity has a better understanding of people, but it isn't her month. sansa is only appealing to her patron, who helped her find her way once before.]
If you could only tell us where to go, or what it is we're meant to do...I'd be very grateful.
[she catches herself at the last minute, sensing that jinx might object to her speaking on behalf of them both, even if it is clearly a diplomatic affect. both of their nerves must be frayed, at this point, and sansa can't expect other people to have had her practice keeping her composure in such dire circumstances.]
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It's easier to find them during the months they rule. Your own patron may find you sooner. Some people seem to be able to summon them. They like gifts.
[other people call them sacrifices. she wonders if she could summon madae generosity with one of her ringd, and if madame generosity could get them out of here. it feels distinctly beyond the reach of the patrons, but perhaps that's only the effects of this place her omen warned her about.]
This place feels––too far away for anyone to hear, but I suppose it's worth trying anyway.
[she lifts her eyes and her voice.]
Never Mind? Madame Generosity? Please, we could very much use your help.
[she sounds more plaintive than reverential. sansa has never seen the pthumerians as gods. they are a very strange people, who think very differently, but they have wants and quirks like everyone else she has met, although it's much harder for her to tell what they are. the moss king played games, never mind...well, he does teach lessons, but he doesn't always know how to explain them.
madame generosity has a better understanding of people, but it isn't her month. sansa is only appealing to her patron, who helped her find her way once before.]
If you could only tell us where to go, or what it is we're meant to do...I'd be very grateful.
[she catches herself at the last minute, sensing that jinx might object to her speaking on behalf of them both, even if it is clearly a diplomatic affect. both of their nerves must be frayed, at this point, and sansa can't expect other people to have had her practice keeping her composure in such dire circumstances.]