002 A Dream of Spring

[theladyofwinterfell]

Who: Sansa Stark
When: throughout May
Where: Queen's Residence, around Draega + slums
What: Palate Cleanser & Street Rats for Influence, open prompt to commission sewing/clothing.
Warnings: TBD

( starters in comments )

Comments

[garmr]

Yeah. It ain't something you forget easily.

[Guts had a whole lot of feelings surrounding the thing that appeared in the web. He didn't even know where it came from. Still, he wasn't about to let ghosts bother him here.]

Guess a hunting hound would fit for what I was doin' before I came here.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Then it's settled, then. I'll use a hound for your sigil. I'll make it discreet - not everyone wants their things to be ornate and you don't seem that sort of man - but I will work a few things in for you. It's my gift to you for saving me and for being my friend and protector.

( Sansa may not be a Lannister but she was once one by marriage and she, too, repays her debts. She reaches out and touches his right hand. )

It is my honor.

[garmr]

...Alright, then.

[There's no need to be so damn dramatic about it, that's what he thinks. The gesture isn't entirely unexpected, she isn't the first princess he's met, but he's awkward as he looks at their hands touching and opts to step away. Would he call her a friend in turn? He can't deny that they now knew things about each other that no mere acquaintance did. The Widows' Webs had tied them together in that way.

Guts decides he will just accept the gift and be glad that he gets to wear something decent for the first time in years.]

Thanks.

[theladyofwinterfell]

You're very welcome. It's my honor to make something for one of my dear friends. Besides, with two tunics they won't wear as quickly.

( Sansa gives him a bit of a smile and ties off a knot in her embroidery, putting it aside for a moment. )

Would you like to have some tea with me? I can't sew all day.