❅ Thirteen (Video)

[stonebird]

So a new land awaits us. (She is trying to take the next move in stride, but this one will be harder for her.) I didn't know I would love the sea as much as I do. I think I've walked the beaches every day - except when a storm was upon us. I've become quite good at swimming too.

What use will any of that be in a jungle or on ice?

(However this is Hadriel's nature and it might be worse than all the monsters and other random beasts.)

If I leave behind remembrances for those who have journeyed home, will they remain in our absence? Or will this land crumble to nothing in our wake?

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[soldier_blade]

[She turned her head when she heard her approach. The answer 'no' was on her lips, then she recalled that she didn't exactly have a tea tray-or anything resembling one.] Could you just carry these into the living room and set them on the table? I'll bring the mugs.

[She handed her a small jar she used as a sugar bowl as well as a container for non-dairy creamer (least, that was what she got by the smell and taste). Neither of the items were heavy of course, but it would've been difficult to balance them all in one trip.

The mugs and saucer she carried back with her, setting them on the table before going to the record player. The album The Head on the door wasn't one she had from home, but she'd listened to the band before and enjoyed their music. She turned on the machine and set the needle before going back to the table as the first song started to play.] I didn't know how you took your tea, so I just left yours black.

[stonebird]

(Sansa moves forward to take the jar and the creamer, cradling them with care. She is a tidy sort and the idea of dropping something like sugar or even the creamer would give her more stress than she needs. Once she is in the living room, she sets the items down and arranges them so that they are easily accessible from the various seats.)

Thank you, that's perfect. (She gives the other woman a smile as she accepts the mug. Since she has a bit of a sweet tooth, she does add sugar.)

What strange music. (The instruments are odd - she has no way of naming them accurately - and the lyrics are simpler than she is accustomed to hearing.) Their lyrics do not rhyme, but there is a rhythm to them.

[soldier_blade]

[At the small table, she only added a little creamer to her tea. Her coffee preferences tended towards dark with no sugar. The last thing she needed now was more stimulants; atleast tea was calming.]

They call it New wave back home, the music anyway. The actual band is called The Cure. I enjoyed..still enjoy it, because it's upbeat, but the lyrics aren't all about relationships.

[She was never into studying music the way some were, but she could tell that much. Growing up, the sort of poppish songs or country sounds she grew up with just made her feel more broken inside; New Wave atleast provided her an escape from all of that.]