Twenty-Sixth House of Westeros ♛ Written ♛ Stone Is a Mountain's Daughter

[songsandstories]

[The sound of her own voice betraying her is enough for her to switch this to writing. Her penmanship is as neat as ever despiter her nerves.]

A peculiar feeling has come over me since waking. I am not sure what it is, but it does not do me well. I cannot name it, and it is no ailment to warrant a maester. I am not ill--

It seems I have a need to say whatever it is in my head. [It has not yet been so bad to reveal any harbored truths.]

I'm afraid I told a young woman her dress looked ugly. How strange.

Comments

[kid_apocalypse]

It's...umm...probably a loss. I'm guessing one that makes you say whatever you're thinking. That's what it sounds like to me, anyway.

[songsandstories]

That is what I feared. [Though wrong.]

[fanstheflame]

That sounds like the castle at work, if you ask me. If you need to get out of there, you and Lady can come visit at the house.

[songsandstories]

Perhaps that would be the wisest course of action.

[fanstheflame]

Come on over, then. I'll give you directions from the fountain... [and he'll go ahead and write them down]

[songsandstories]

I shall be there shortly. Thank you.

[fanstheflame]

Any time. [and he'll even he waiting at the door for her]

ino can totally come crash this thread

[songsandstories]

[And guess who is knocking. She's shaking from the realization that it is a truth loss.]

[ino]

[she can't help but sound amused at the last bit, there]

Maybe you became the fashion police.

[she'll pause, though, seeing that gale's already offered space in their house, so --] Gale's right, though, if you want to get out of the castle, the house is always open.

[songsandstories]

It's gracious to extend your home to me. My thanks, Ino.

[losemycherry]

You're saying you can't control your own words?

[songsandstories]

It seems that way.

[losemycherry]

That's no good. Guess it's the kind of loss you'll have to apologize for eventually. I know sometimes I say things that people make me regret later.

[songsandstories]

Perhaps it is best to stay secluded.

[losemycherry]

I'm not so sure that's true. It's lonely not having company, right?

[heloise]

[ This is just Lucrezia trying her best not to laugh, and failing. ]

Was it so horrible?

[songsandstories]

I know very little of others' fashions, and I have no reason to judge, but she asked. I could not help myself. [And she does feel guilty for it.]

[heloise]

That seems unlike you, ever careful with your words.

[songsandstories]

It's been suggested it's some loss. I almost prefer being a wolf. [Lady would resent that if she knew.]

[heloise]

What loss would that be? To insult when you do not mean to?

Sansa

[ladywinter]

[That could be a particularly bad loss for Sansa. Though part of her, she admits, would not mind the truth coming out. It would be easier for her, certainly. But that is selfish and she will not say it.]

Perhaps seclusion would be wise. You know you are always welcome with me.

Mother

[songsandstories]

[Now more than ever she needs to keep the lies, but her pen won't let her write 'Lady Stark'. It isn't a lie and it isn't a question. But she knows it.]

Mayhaps that would be best.

Sansa

[ladywinter]

[She stares at that filter silently for a long time, tracing her finger over the familiar handwriting.]

You are well otherwise?

Mother

[songsandstories]

As good as one could be here under the circumstances. [Which is to say not well at all.]

Sansa

[ladywinter]

I understand. [Yes, she definitely reads her meaning clearly.] You will be safe here. And I promise to ask no more questions than I must.