(The La Coniglietta Cabaret is not a place where Sansa likes to frequent, however she has long since learned to keep her emotions to herself. Besides, she isn't in the establishment for entertainment. She comes seeking a clue and the odd Mage near her is part of that clue.)
A bad rash? (She arches a brow delicately and gives said Wilbert Wobblebottom a charming smile.) Say, perhaps you could tell me more over another drink? It's on me.
(It's lucky that he is already well into his cups - otherwise he might not agree. However once she has his assent, she rises and walks to the bar, ordering more of what he seems to have a taste for - though this drink will have far less ice in it. There is no reason it needs to be too "on the rocks".
Her gaze takes in the other customers and it is only when she is turning, drink in hand, that she nearly knocks into a fellow hero.)
I'm so sorry! (It's a miracle her drink doesn't spill. At least not completely?) Are you alright?
TWO ♟ SHARING OVER HERRING
(After seeking answers, Sansa is tired. But her fatigue goes beyond simply looking for clues. She has barely adjusted to being in a new world. The front she puts up is, perhaps, admirable, but it is only skin deep. As chaotic and uncertain as Westeros has become for her, she misses Winterfell - her home - greatly.)
Lyanna, you would like it there. I would let you come inside. We could embroider by the fire or wander through the trees. There are even hot pools where you can soak if you like.
(Though the idea of a Dire-Wolf taking a soak is rather amusing.)
I know I can't take you back with me, but, if I leave, will you remember me?
(The wolf looks up from where she is lounging beside the sofa Sansa has chosen, looking quite put out. How could she forget her? What a silly question!)
THREE ♟ LEAF IT TO THE PROS
(Walking through the gardens and orchards reminds her of better days. Sansa, despite being a noble and, at one time, pampered lady, thoroughly enjoys plucking the fruit and vegetables (or digging them up as it were). She has a basket hanging on one arm and she hums a tune as she works.
When her basket is full and too heavy for her liking, she begins to make her way back, pausing now and then to listen to the birds overhead.)
Sansa Stark | Open
(The La Coniglietta Cabaret is not a place where Sansa likes to frequent, however she has long since learned to keep her emotions to herself. Besides, she isn't in the establishment for entertainment. She comes seeking a clue and the odd Mage near her is part of that clue.)
A bad rash? (She arches a brow delicately and gives said Wilbert Wobblebottom a charming smile.) Say, perhaps you could tell me more over another drink? It's on me.
(It's lucky that he is already well into his cups - otherwise he might not agree. However once she has his assent, she rises and walks to the bar, ordering more of what he seems to have a taste for - though this drink will have far less ice in it. There is no reason it needs to be too "on the rocks".
Her gaze takes in the other customers and it is only when she is turning, drink in hand, that she nearly knocks into a fellow hero.)
I'm so sorry! (It's a miracle her drink doesn't spill. At least not completely?) Are you alright?
TWO ♟ SHARING OVER HERRING
(After seeking answers, Sansa is tired. But her fatigue goes beyond simply looking for clues. She has barely adjusted to being in a new world. The front she puts up is, perhaps, admirable, but it is only skin deep. As chaotic and uncertain as Westeros has become for her, she misses Winterfell - her home - greatly.)
Lyanna, you would like it there. I would let you come inside. We could embroider by the fire or wander through the trees. There are even hot pools where you can soak if you like.
(Though the idea of a Dire-Wolf taking a soak is rather amusing.)
I know I can't take you back with me, but, if I leave, will you remember me?
(The wolf looks up from where she is lounging beside the sofa Sansa has chosen, looking quite put out. How could she forget her? What a silly question!)
THREE ♟ LEAF IT TO THE PROS
(Walking through the gardens and orchards reminds her of better days. Sansa, despite being a noble and, at one time, pampered lady, thoroughly enjoys plucking the fruit and vegetables (or digging them up as it were). She has a basket hanging on one arm and she hums a tune as she works.
When her basket is full and too heavy for her liking, she begins to make her way back, pausing now and then to listen to the birds overhead.)
Do you like their song too?