The Door opens. A young maiden enters at a brisk pace; she wears a long grey linen nightgown and a warm cloak. Her hair is chestnut, her eyes deep blue.

"Maester Cole--" she begins urgently. Then she stops, blinking, eyes tearing as they adjust from the cold darkness behind her to the sudden warmth and light of Milliways.

"Oh," she murmurs. She ( Read more... )

Pigs' bruises don't show up easily. So if Snowball wasn't limping just slightly it would be almost impossible to tell he'd recently been stoned half to death before the powers that be changed their minds ( Read more... )

[OOM: Sansa hates songs....]

[OOM: For Sansa Stark Milliways is never far....]

Sansa has written notes, with quill and ink instead of pen - to help her start thinking of home. "Bar," she asks of, obviously, Bar, "Will you please deliver these to their intended recipients?" She puts them down, and they disappear. Sansa blinks, but then smiles.

( To Annie Wells )

Sansa comes downstairs, in a long dress of black lambswool. A cloak is slung over one arm - someone's planning to go for a walk after breakfast ( Read more... )

It is possible to embroider with only one eye. If you have enough practice at it, it is possible to do stunning embroidery with only one eye ( Read more... )

A young maiden in a dove-grey dress stares at the sheet of paper in front of her; a quill and inkpot are by her side. She sighs, takes a sip of her drink - a strawberry milkshake - and looks around ( Read more... )

Gavroche is rather pleased with his newly-acquired pirate hat, and may well keep it at the end of the day.

He's currently running around the bar with his rat on his shoulder, yarr-ing at anyone who looks at him.

Inara walks into the bar, looking forward to a drink and some fruit.
She approaches the bar and a pink cocktail appears before her. She smiles. "Can I get some strawberries as well, Bar?" A plate with several strawberries artfully arranged on it appears before her. She pats the bar and leans back with her drink, surveying the crowd.