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isherarmor November 11 2011, 19:47:28 UTC
[Her father is here. Her brothers are here. There are people whom she has made tentative alliances with - acquaintances that have bloomed into the beginnings of friendships - these things give her a steadily blossoming courage. These people are here. And this is not Westeros.

She'd do well to remain wary, but danger does not lurk at every turn. She reminds herself of this as she offers a small smile, and a nod.]

Truly? Then you have an eye for composition. Tell me, is that what you cloak yourself as? Is the story behind your costume a shadow?

I set the jewels into my own dress. They are small, and little more than colored glass, but I am pleased.

[She's a little proud, though.]

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isherarmor November 12 2011, 00:23:25 UTC
Does anything come of such actions ...in your world?

In Westeros they are nothing more than tales. And some of those tales are lies.

[She steps into the light a little, smoothing down her skirts.]

Thank you kindly, ser. I fear we have not met. I am Lady Sansa Stark.

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