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

[breadmuffs]

Not very long. I arrived in time for the spring festival so...two months.

[His lips quirk in a faint (and faintly awkward) smile that's also very fleeting.]

An interesting two months, certainly. And yourself?

[theladyofwinterfell]

Before the spring festival, actually, so about three months. Long enough to know my way about the place, for good or ill. Tensions have certainly...escalated.

( Sansa is trying to learn the politics of Draega as quickly as she can but with the balances of power shifting as they do, it seems a bit like trying to keep hold of slippery silk. )

[breadmuffs]

[Caleb makes a sound that might be a laugh but might also be a cough, it's...hard to tell.]

From my slightly more limited experience, that seems to be true. This past month was certainly different from the first.

[Festivals to...attacks. And young broken girls. Caleb grimaces slightly. Politics.]

The symbology of these webs does, ah, seem appropriate to the situation.

[Complicated, he means.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

It does, doesn't it? Webs are tangled things unless you were the one who made them. I'm afraid we might be making more of a mess than we were tasked to clean up.

( Sansa knows that her work in Draega is meant to be good but who defines what good is? Isn't good merely a matter of perspective? What she perceives as good may not be so to those opposite her and it requires compromise and careful evaluation. She fears that she's at a disadvantage in this place she doesn't know all that well. )