Eddara had not seemed particularly upset at the loss of her uncle. Until the first time she had seen Rickon trailing about asking for his father plaintively. Since then Eddara had started trailing Caspian everywhere he went whenever she could. She'd also stopped called Rickon Ick, which Sansa could only be relieved at because Rickon did not need ( Read more... )

As much as Sansa had appreciated the island gifts in past years, she found this years the most practical and useful. After all - she could make clothes. She could not make it cooler. But the fans that the island had provided could and they were a great relief as she could barely tolerate the heat ( Read more... )

Sansa hurried along the path. Between the time she had spent being upset, being comforted and burning the books - near burning herself if not for Caspian's watchful self - it was far longer than any possible trip to the compound could have taken. She would have to beg Susan's pardon but thought that her goodsister would understand. And along with ( Read more... )

Sansa had thought of the idea when talking to Edmund in the rec room the day Eddara and Rickon had finally found something they both liked. For a time anyway. She and Susan had often enjoyed tea and a film together and Sansa was of a mind that Susan very much needed a moment to herself. So one day when she knew that Edmund had Rickon and Eddara was ( Read more... )

Sansa had spent the morning doing housework trailed by Eddara, who since her name day had developed a new habit. She wanted to 'help' which of course Sansa found very sweet but it wasn't always very practical. Eddara made more mess tidying than she even came close to cleaning. In the end Sansa had praised her help and said she'd been so good she ( Read more... )

Sansa often visited Susan and Jon's home and Susan often visited her at Summerfell, but Susan's house was so full and somehow Sansa thought that Summerfell would not be the most appropriate location if Susan did want to talk about what Sansa had considered she might. Though perhaps she was wrong and she hoped she was, but she didn't think so on ( Read more... )

The memory of Arya's nameday, or Halloween as the islanders called it still frayed at Sansa's nerves, to think what could have happened was awful and even Sansa's trick of ignoring what she did not want to think on could rid her of the horror of it. She had worried it would affect Eddara but the baby was happy as ever and seemed not affected at all ( Read more... )

Sansa should be sleeping, she knew, because Eddara was, flat on her back her one little hand pressed against her cheek. Sansa however could not help but worry about the party tonight, she would not stay long. But it would be nice to see people and show off Eddara a little. Obviously not too much because it was Jon's party. Sansa had struggles to ( Read more... )

When Sansa woke, it was pitch dark outside and she'd been so deeply asleep it took her some time to realise what had woken her. She snuggled into her blankets and a moment later had an answer when a pain rippled through her abdomen. Oh, she thought, that again. She reluctantly sat up and tried to remind herself that she had read false labour ( Read more... )

Sansa had taken quite some time getting to her appointment with Dr. Claire this morning, she'd stopped to rest four times on the walk from Summerfell. She could have asked to take a horse, she knew but she'd barely ridden since she arrived. Besides she though getting on and off a horse might be a challenge she did not want to particularly face at ( Read more... )