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[dohaeris]

sansastark

winter is coming.

"Hallo, this is Sansa Stark of Winterfell. Thank you very much for calling me, but I'm afraid I'm not available to speak with you at the moment. If you might leave a message, I promise to return it as soon as I can."

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[dohaeris]

[sansa sends him a <href='https://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/winter%27s_kings,_or_the_legends_and_lineages_of_the_starks_of_winterfell'>copy of what appears to be the scanned pages of a very old book. it's kind of dry. it feels rude to send a blank email with just an attachment, so she writes a small note:]

Most books from Westeros aren't very exciting to read, but I like the part about Bran the Builder.
––Sansa

[sansa and lady make their way to the catfe in stark grey and white; it's too warm for padded collars (at least for sansa––lady wears one as usual. sansa can cool her down with water vapor if she gets uncomfortable!), but her dress is styled in much the same way as a northern gown, with a shorter skirt (over leggings!) and sleeves for ease of movement and to accommodate local fashions. there are silvery wolves embroidered on the grey linen of her dress, and silvered greenery.

she greets the cats and servers politely before scanning the crowd for anyone particularly starklike, aware that she herself takes after her mother and any other stark might as well.]

[ironypoisoned]

[ Tony knows almost immediately the girl with the wolf is one of his. Same kind of flashy as he and his dad. She looks nothing like either of them, but- Well, the wolf, and looking at the rest of her, Tony quickly figures she's from further back in the family tree. Maybe this is why he always found redheads so appealing... ]

Sansa. [ He says flashing a peace sign at her from across the cafe. ] Right? You know, Bran's not the only Builder in our line. [ He cracks a smirk. ] Pretty good with that kinda thing myself.

[dohaeris]

[sansa breaks out into a genuine smile––he doesn't sound like a stark, and his beard is uncomfortably similar to littlefinger's, but there are other versions of her, and so there could be other versions of house stark.]

Hallo, Tony. That's wonderful to hear; I think Winterfell might have need of another one in my time.

[it's a bit tongue in cheek. sansa doesn't expect to bring anyone with her if she ever returns to westeros, which she suspects she will not. she gestures at lady by her side.]

This is my direwolf, Lady. Lady, introduce yourself, please.

[lady yips a friendly greeting. sansa doesn't ordinarily tell people what lady is straightaway, but direwolves are the sigil of house stark.]