❅ Nine (Video)

[stonebird]

(Sansa's Tully blood has surfaced enthusiastically thanks to their new environment, taking her somewhat by surprise. She is dressed in a white shift and she is barefoot, standing on a rock near the sea. Her auburn hair is plaited neatly down her back and she is smiling at the rolling waves below.)

I don't believe I have ever learned how to properly swim. I need lessons; can anyone provide?

(Or there's just the "jump in the water and figure it out" method. She would rather not go about it so crudely.)

The water looks refreshing. Is it cold? The sun must warm the uppermost layer, but the depths have to be freezing.

Comments

[northerndragon]

You should seek to stop them from harming you -- and those you would protect.

You remember Tormund Giantsbane? You've met him, the big wildling with the red beard? He's my friend -- and I shot him in the leg with a crossbow bolt once to stop him from fighting, because I didn't want to kill him. At the time, he wanted to die fighting.

[Still, he pauses, and his small capitulation is marked with a soft, resigned sigh. He looks at the ground -- the green grass, the grey rocks close by -- then back at her.]

I don't -- you know I'm tired of killing. I don't think much of most men who like it. But sometimes it must be done, when you aren't given another choice.

[He doesn't know exactly how many men he's killed; he doesn't like to think about the number. But he does know that it must be upwards of fifty, and that most of them had given him no choice.]