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Sansa was standing in the ladies place Robb had made for her in Summerfell, looking critically at her new outfit, she wished she had a full length mirror instead of the small handheld mirror she had filched from the compound, as much as she was opposed to the compounds food supply especially after what had happened in the last couple of days, it was the only place she could find fresh clothing.
She looked down at herself and wrinkled her nose, and then took offthe strange breaches, they had seem designed,'designed!' to show off your ankles which she didn't think was a good idea, she'd only taken them because they went with the pretty pink top. Instead she turned back to the pile of clothing she had 'borrowed' and poked through it, she found a matching, what was it called, t-shirt, and a skirt, both a pale mint green, she thought the shirt a little small, it kept riding up slight and showing her midriff, she tugged it down and tried on the new strappy sandals she had found, they tied with ribbon which she looped into bows.
Suitable dressed she left the rest of the clothing neatly folded sat down to her harp playing, everyone else was out so there was no-one to complain even if she played scales, she heard a noise outside, and left the harp to see who it was, it might be Moril she had had the harp longer than intended and did need to speak to him, though he had moved his wagon, so she would have to go looking.
[ooc: For Sephiroth but open to anyone else who might wander up to Summerfell.]
Sansa and Sephiroth get to know each other a little better, Sansa learns the t-shirt is meant to look like that, and only panics a little when Sephiroth tells her he used to be a god of death, he attempts to cheer her up with a hug which is awkward for both of them and then she offers to show him where he can get some cooler clothing.
She looked down at herself and wrinkled her nose, and then took offthe strange breaches, they had seem designed,'designed!' to show off your ankles which she didn't think was a good idea, she'd only taken them because they went with the pretty pink top. Instead she turned back to the pile of clothing she had 'borrowed' and poked through it, she found a matching, what was it called, t-shirt, and a skirt, both a pale mint green, she thought the shirt a little small, it kept riding up slight and showing her midriff, she tugged it down and tried on the new strappy sandals she had found, they tied with ribbon which she looped into bows.
Suitable dressed she left the rest of the clothing neatly folded sat down to her harp playing, everyone else was out so there was no-one to complain even if she played scales, she heard a noise outside, and left the harp to see who it was, it might be Moril she had had the harp longer than intended and did need to speak to him, though he had moved his wagon, so she would have to go looking.
[ooc: For Sephiroth but open to anyone else who might wander up to Summerfell.]
Sansa and Sephiroth get to know each other a little better, Sansa learns the t-shirt is meant to look like that, and only panics a little when Sephiroth tells her he used to be a god of death, he attempts to cheer her up with a hug which is awkward for both of them and then she offers to show him where he can get some cooler clothing.