this world is a war [introduction]

[ladyless]

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[vizir_daughter]

If Sansa makes it to the library, she might come across a lovely young woman in her late teens. Scheherazade might look a touch Dornish, or like she's from Pentos. Or she might just look foreign, with her tan skin and her Oriental robes.

She's quietly transcribing a tale from Phalavi to Japanese, murmuring under her breath as she works on the translation.

[ladyless]

Sansa enters the library quietly, looking around, curious. When she sees the strange, foreign-looking woman, she stops walking for a moment.

"Hello," she says, politely enough. "Are you working on something?"

Sansa: stating the obvious, as always.

[vizir_daughter]

Scheherazade is a patient woman, so she just looks up, then smiles.

"It's a translation," she says, "Are you familiar with Kanji?"

[ladyless]

"No. Where does that come from?"

[zhany_silver]

If Sansa is to take a walk at one point, she'll come across a young man clad in relatively simple grey and black. He's practicing his martial arts, and going trough a relatively complex series of katas.

Zhane is practicing in silence, and he'll be taking a break soon - when he does, he won't mind a bit of a chat.

Aaaaand I'm done flooding you. :P

[ladyless]

Sansa sees the young man from a distance--his moves remind her of the Braavos man, the one who taught Arya those silly sword tricks, she thinks.

She eventually heads towards him, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Is that hard?" she asks.

[zhany_silver]

Zhane finishes his routine, then stretches and finally answers the question.

"It's practice," he says. "It's meant to be hard."

Pause.

"Hi."

[ladyless]

"Oh. Hello," she says politely. "What are you practicing for?"

[eldeststark]

Oh gods. Oh, gods be good. It's Sansa.

Robb was walking Grey Wind around the Mansion, who burst into a run before he did, and came loping up to wherever she is, huge and grey and nearly bulling her over, and followed moments later by his momentarily puzzled boy.

Who then stops dead, and a moment later is moving rapidly toward her to embrace Sansa heartily, because she's here, his sister is here, and he can watch her now-

...oh, seven hells. She's not dead, is she?

Grey Wind's tail is actually...wagging.

[ladyless]

She sees him--it's him, like her father said, he's really here, and--

"Robb!" she exclaims, letting him hug her, hugging back fiercely.

[eldeststark]

It's a bear hug, definitely, possibly even lifting her a little off the floor, with Grey Wind milling around them both, winding tightly around their legs. "Gods be good, Sansa, it's you, it's really you - are you all right?" He looks at her face again, drawing back just enough, frowns at her bruises. "Someone hit you?"

There's a little bit of a rumble in his voice. Robb is a bit older than when she last saw him, and quite a bit more war(rior)like.

[ladyless]

She squeaks a little when he hugs her, grinning. "Yes--it's me!"

Sansa sees his worried look and pouts. "One of Joffrey's men hit me," she explains. "But I'm here now."

[winterfell_lady]

[ladyless]

When Sansa sees her mother--knowing it's her, the one who she loves so much, and never told--

"You're here!" Sansa can't help but grin. "Like Father said!"

[winterfell_lady]

[ladyless]

She hugs back, smiling, her cheeks almost hurting from the grin. "It's me--yes--!"

[in_summer_leaf]

If Sansa should happen to walk down by the lake, she will find Hisoka in his jeans and jean jacket, katana slung at his back. He is standing on the grassy embankment with a notebook in his hands, working on a sketch of a sailboat he would like to build.

[ladyless]

Sansa finds herself at the lake, happy to see the pretty scenery--it pleases her romantic notions.

She watches the man for a bit before coming up to him.

"Are you drawing? What are you drawing?" she asks, sort of ignoring the fact that she might be interrupting him.

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka looks up. "Hello! It's the sailboat I have in my imagination. I think I'm going to build it next spring." He tilts his notebook so that she can see the page. It contains three views of the boat, the aerial view, the side view, and the view straight into the bow. The basic dimensions have been noted in. It is an engineer's sketch rather than an artistic drawing, but it has its own grace.

He asks, "You're new here? Did you just arrive today?"

[ladyless]

She looks at it blankly.

"Yes. I'm new. Why are you going to build a boat?"