❅ Fifteen (Video)

[stonebird]

(Her eyes are red rimmed and she looks like she has been forgoing sleep. There is a bunch of bound paper, neatly tied with pieces of leather, before her and she is using a quill to write. Yet the tip on the writing utensil has broken and so she is having to make another, sharpening it with a small knife.)

If it isn't asking for too much, will you please tell me your best memories? You needn't go into detail; you can even change some details if you wish. All I want to hear are good stories; stories that end with happiness.

(Some warmth to drive out the chill of Winter and loss.)

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[utulien_aure]

[It is. And perhaps they will speak of them later- but not now, not when Sansa is looking for some light in the darkness.]

Sansa, the only people I have been leading lately are my cousins- and really, that has been more a matter of nodding at whatever scheme they’ve already decided to pursue. Hellions, the lot of them.

Voice

[stonebird]

Hellions with good hearts. (She bites her cheek and adds, quietly:) If they were as perfect as their faces, I would have been immensely frightened of them - and you, dear Fingon.

Voice

[utulien_aure]

[Softly] Then it is well that they are not- [a chuckle at that] not least as some of them would find a way to make perfection insufferable.

How do you fare, Sansa? Truly?

Voice

[stonebird]

I would forgive them for being insufferable too and that would make it worse! (She can't help laughing weakly.)

Some days I am sad, but my projects have multiplied to bury it. I thought good memories could influence me further.

Voice

[utulien_aure]

[A small smile at that.] That it would. It is a small relief, then, that they are as they are.

Ah, I understand. Would you like to hear one, then?