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Sansa had found it a little difficult to adjust to island life after the dream of being home. She attempted to busy herself with familar tasks; sewing being chief among them. It was in her mind to contact those who had asked her about needles now that she had some thanks to Captain Faramir. She could not however bring herself to contact Lady Padme while she was so distraught about her husband going missing though. Arya had now said he had vanished entirely with his belongings as Susan's brother once had. She had no words of comfort for the lady and so feeling cowardly, Sansa avoided her.
She had cut some of the fabric she had appropriated into the beginnings of a pattern for a gown. She could find little entheusiasm for that though as she had wanted to do that with the other ladies who could sew. Just looking at the material, she could not help but think she would never make anything to match her clothing back home and she abandoned that when she made only the beginnings of stitching it. She found other things to sew instead, the first thing she did at the beginning of the week was to repair Captain Faramir's cloak as she had promised. It did not take long and she needed to tell him it was ready; as part of distracting herself added a decoration in white thread to hide the repair doing her best to duplicate the white tree pattern she had noticed on his doublet. Even taking her time over the decoration did not take more than a day.
Sewing helped a little so she began to go through the material she had collected. She had hopes of distracting herself from the memories of Winterfell's stone walls, of the direwolf banners flying and most of all of Mother. An idea occured to her, one that would take most of her week and she seized it knowing she had time aplenty to fill. She had a white dress in her collection, it was not an ugly dress but designed for a women who would need to match the mountain in size for it to fit. Sansa had taken it pleased by the amount of material it provided. When she had her idea, she reminded herself although she would like a white gown it was not practical, not truly. The white material though was perfect for a Stark banner and although cutting it proved difficult without help. It was harder still to sew unobserved so that it could be a surprise for her kin. It was made more difficult now there was a noisy picture box that was never off in the rec room at the compound. She had found it briefly fascinating with the tiny moving people but it seemed to show nonsense and it's constant noise and light made her head hurt. She had not yet come up with the courage to ask it's apparent owner to turn it off and so went elsewhere to sew. Once while checking on the freedom of the rec room, she left a note for Captain Faramir on the bulletin board so he would know his cloak was ready.
Sansa sewed on the beach and at Summerfell when no-one else was there and by the time it rolled round to the day Arya was due to cook, she had progressed very well on the banner, she did not have enough grey thread to stich the direwolf entire and she worried on the amount of time that would take her alone instead she had stiched the outline and found grey material she then cut to shape and used it to fill the body before adding the details of the direwolf in her neat stiches. She was quite pleased with her work and she thought her sewn direwolf very fierce and almost ready to show to her family.
[ooc: She is at Summerfell but outside for anyone wandering near there, she wasnts to speak to Faramir and any Starks who would like to notice the banner but all are welcome!]
[summary: Sansa is sewing a Stark banner at Summerfell, Susan calls by and they bond over previous sucky suitors. Robb returns home, is pleased by the banner and they discuss the shared dream the family had. Faramir then comes by in response to Sansa's note telling him she has repaired his cloak.
She had cut some of the fabric she had appropriated into the beginnings of a pattern for a gown. She could find little entheusiasm for that though as she had wanted to do that with the other ladies who could sew. Just looking at the material, she could not help but think she would never make anything to match her clothing back home and she abandoned that when she made only the beginnings of stitching it. She found other things to sew instead, the first thing she did at the beginning of the week was to repair Captain Faramir's cloak as she had promised. It did not take long and she needed to tell him it was ready; as part of distracting herself added a decoration in white thread to hide the repair doing her best to duplicate the white tree pattern she had noticed on his doublet. Even taking her time over the decoration did not take more than a day.
Sewing helped a little so she began to go through the material she had collected. She had hopes of distracting herself from the memories of Winterfell's stone walls, of the direwolf banners flying and most of all of Mother. An idea occured to her, one that would take most of her week and she seized it knowing she had time aplenty to fill. She had a white dress in her collection, it was not an ugly dress but designed for a women who would need to match the mountain in size for it to fit. Sansa had taken it pleased by the amount of material it provided. When she had her idea, she reminded herself although she would like a white gown it was not practical, not truly. The white material though was perfect for a Stark banner and although cutting it proved difficult without help. It was harder still to sew unobserved so that it could be a surprise for her kin. It was made more difficult now there was a noisy picture box that was never off in the rec room at the compound. She had found it briefly fascinating with the tiny moving people but it seemed to show nonsense and it's constant noise and light made her head hurt. She had not yet come up with the courage to ask it's apparent owner to turn it off and so went elsewhere to sew. Once while checking on the freedom of the rec room, she left a note for Captain Faramir on the bulletin board so he would know his cloak was ready.
Sansa sewed on the beach and at Summerfell when no-one else was there and by the time it rolled round to the day Arya was due to cook, she had progressed very well on the banner, she did not have enough grey thread to stich the direwolf entire and she worried on the amount of time that would take her alone instead she had stiched the outline and found grey material she then cut to shape and used it to fill the body before adding the details of the direwolf in her neat stiches. She was quite pleased with her work and she thought her sewn direwolf very fierce and almost ready to show to her family.
[ooc: She is at Summerfell but outside for anyone wandering near there, she wasnts to speak to Faramir and any Starks who would like to notice the banner but all are welcome!]
[summary: Sansa is sewing a Stark banner at Summerfell, Susan calls by and they bond over previous sucky suitors. Robb returns home, is pleased by the banner and they discuss the shared dream the family had. Faramir then comes by in response to Sansa's note telling him she has repaired his cloak.