[sansa slips the ring on her finger immediately, a little overwhelmed with gratitude and affection; she catches herself rereading sharon's note as if there might be a hidden message in it, but she realizes she doesn't know what she's looking for. instead she sends vhagar out with a package for sharon's doorstep. it includes a grey fur stole with straps, a black dress with padded shoulders with a knee-length hemline that's a bit longer in back, per trench fashions, and a cold bloodstone rose brooch pinned to its collar. all three can be worn together or seperately. it's all bundled together in muslin and tied with a leather strap, lightly chewed. the card in sides reads:]
I look forward to it. Happy holidays, Sharon.
Sansa Stark of Winterfell
[her signature has a lot of flourishes to poke fun at the excessive formality of using their full names. she doesn't know any other sharons, anyway.]
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next day delivery!
I look forward to it. Happy holidays, Sharon.
Sansa Stark of Winterfell
[her signature has a lot of flourishes to poke fun at the excessive formality of using their full names. she doesn't know any other sharons, anyway.]