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[aliased]

how do you kill a santy claws? [ because he's got a list. and he's stalking children. and he sneaks into people's homes while dressed in red. and he's clearly a drunk.]

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[steeledskin]

I pray they will. I do. Arya -- was it you who asked for the weirwoods?

[ because she's asked her brothers and they haven't 'fessed up: only one stark remains. and it must be a stark, because she cannot think of anyone else who would care half so much for those precious trees. ]

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[aliased]

[ there's a long pause.] yes.

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[steeledskin]

They are beautiful. Perfect.

Thank you. [ for bringing a piece of home to this strange place. ]

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[aliased]

its what father would want.

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[steeledskin]

Is that why you did it?

[ is that the only reason you did it? ]

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[aliased]

[ no. she misses the weirwood, she misses the days spent played in the shade of the trees. she misses home and she, perhaps surprisingly(?) wanted to bring comfort to anyone who felt the same way.] why

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[steeledskin]

Curious. I'm only curious.

[ she is more than curious -- but being honest with arya is still a challenge. she tries hard, but sometimes she needs to be craven. cautious. in reality, she wonders whether arya requested the trees in joy or in despair. ]

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[aliased]

he'd want us to have one here, if we're meant to stay.

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[steeledskin]

Do you ever find it tempting? To...want to stay?

[ sansa has wanted to stay for some time, now -- but robb's arrival has only exacerbated that desire to never return to westeros. she does not want a land where her family is shattered and their lands divvied up to flayed men. ]

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[aliased]

i don't want to go back. [ not that she's a coward. but now that she knows what is to come, why would she want to go back? when she has most of her family here? if only their lady mother and rickon would come. if only their father would return.

and if this place can bring forth the dead, she'd want syrio forel and jory to come as well.]

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[steeledskin]

Neither do I.

[ well. at least they can agree on something. ]

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[aliased]

[ arya's thirst for revenge is not so intense as it would be were she still alone in westeros, separated. she'd be plucked from that world at just the right time, plucked and reunited with family.]

as you say.

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[steeledskin]

[ as i say. gods, how many times has she used those same words to shut down conversations? to escape; to flee; to feign obedience to the point where the obedience became real. she swallows hard. she has to remind herself that arya is not her. they are not the same scared girl -- no, arya is far braver. stupider, perhaps. and liable to run headlong to her death (a thought which chills her to no end). but braver.

yes, braver. ]

Take care in your hunt. You and Nymeria. [ and, not knowing that jon and her have already planned anything, she makes one last request -- knowing she'll never be the one to join her sister on any crusade: ] Whatever the pair of you do, please take Jon with you.

[ it's compromise. sansa is so good at compromising -- but it feels better to compromise with someone she loves instead of fears. ]

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[aliased]

[ arya does not mean to shut down their conversation. she says it because she has nothing else to say. arya has never been good at expressing emotions with her sister, other than frustration or annoyance.

and this conversation is deeper than any she meant to have this day.]

i already asked jon to help me. there are others who want to as well.[ arya feels lighter at this, having sansa support rather than scold her. and arya has gotten better at accept the help she is offered.

a little better.]

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[steeledskin]

[ ah! now she takes the time to lock their conversation, requesting of the fairy magic that it be private between the pair of them. allies should always be secrets. ]

-- Who?

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[aliased]

howland reed's son for one. and bran too.

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[steeledskin]

Firm choices.

[ she feels a little better. the reed boy, she thinks, will not let too much harm come to a stark. or so she prays. ]

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[aliased]

i know.