steeledskin: (# she's looking to her left)
ʟᴀᴅʏ sᴀɴsᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴋ: ᴀʟᴀʏɴᴇ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ([personal profile] steeledskin) wrote in [community profile] eachdraidh 2014-05-31 06:45 pm (UTC)

Why should it matter? There was no simple answer she could give. No easy explanation -- only that to imagine sitting as he did, careless and bootless, made her stomach flip and flop and twist. Sansa leaned back against the dirt-packed bank and propped up one foot while she eased the boot free. With a grimace, she tossed it (and the second once removed) onto the grass.

She turned away. Completely faced the opposite direction. Because she had to depend upon her skirts to hide her calves as she tugged off the tattered hose that had never been fashioned with long journeys in mind. The heels were worn through already after days and days of scurrying about at the support base. And hours and hours of walking, now.

"Well, then!" Sansa kept her skirts in hand so she might try and save the bulk of them from the creek bed as she hopped-skipped-splashed ungainly towards the other large rock. "As you say, ser. I won't miss my chance."

Sansa could count the amount of chances she'd seized in her whole life upon her fingers. Today's chance might have seemed like nothing to him, but it was one wide brave stride for her.

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