steeledskin: (# 47 angels on her front lawn)
ʟᴀᴅʏ sᴀɴsᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴋ: ᴀʟᴀʏɴᴇ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ([personal profile] steeledskin) wrote in [community profile] eachdraidh 2014-05-31 07:19 pm (UTC)

"Oh. You know how to fish?"

Sansa did not smile. However, she looked hopeful and now glanced up from the casual chore of spreading cold water on her wrists and forearms (but only after she'd rolled her sleeves back to her elbows). This was as much of herself as she dared bare -- the pale skin of her arms and legs looked even paler through the water. And she was thoughtless now about how she let the sun fall on her, forgetting that a porcelain complexion was prized for a reason and that being out in the sun would surely rob her of that prize.

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