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❅ Fifteen (Video)

(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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[Keith contemplates this for a good minute before responding. In the end, he just replies with a question of his own.]

Are happy memories hard to come by in Hadriel?

[Sonya's not sure if she should respond or not. When she considered it, she didn't have many happy memories.] My best memories are at my dad and uncle's cabin. We'd go there sometimes during holidays or summers, all of us as a family. There was a lack just a short walk away. In the summer it was fun to swim in, while in winter we would skate or play hockey.

[The voice that comes through sounds very much like what a cat might sound like if it tried to talk. A purring, mewling voice that curiously asks-]

Why? What happened to yours?

[There are the strains of harp music in the background as Fingon speaks- not up to Maglor's standards, true, but whose is?]

Do you have anything in particular in mind, Sansa?

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[Margaery's in the Sewing Shop and she doesn't look like her usual bright and charming self. in fact, it looks like she's been crying fairly recently as her eyes are red-rimmed and her nose is pink and the garment in her lap has a needle with thread hanging off of it, but she shows no signs of actually having worked on it for a while]

My. . . best memories? A story which ends in happiness? I suppose if I overlook everything which happened after, my lessons with my grandmother were happy memories.

[she remembers this young woman from their fight together in the Colosseum. it looks like she's having a rough time. so something happy is the least she can do, right?]

My best memory is of the day I met Jo, my boyfriend. We looked at each other and there was this--this connection, like we'd known each other our whole lives.

(She isn't sure how to answer his inquiry. She has had happy memories - to say otherwise would be an outright lie - but they feel few and fragile.)

At the moment, yes, but not always.

(That sounds a lot like home. Sansa smiles weakly, gaze distant.)

What is hockey? Is it some sort of game?

(She can't help being struck by how adorable said voice sounds. She almost smiles, but then it fades rapidly.)

They feel...far. Too far for me to reach.

(It's a lovely sound and she takes strength from it. Especially since it is coming from him. He is likely mourning worse than her.)

You are so strong. Teach me that trick and I will be content.

(So they are in the same state. Poor Margaery. Sansa shifts to rise, ready to go to her no matter how abysmal the weather.)

Do not let the lions taint your memories of her. That's what they do, my lady. It's the only way they acquire importance.

(Only because Tinya is kind. Sansa owes her - not the other way around.)

That sounds so romantic. (She brightens slightly.) Do you think you are soul-mates or something of that like?

[she could likely use company. ever since Maglor and Curufin's departures, she's been sick at heart, sequestering herself in her room, only emerging to pick at food and hardly eat a bite]

I know you are right. I simply worry after her so, with all of us gone and nothing left to her but revenge.

[she tries to be kind. her mother was so harsh much of the time, that she's reacted by trying to be the opposite of her in all things]

It was. [and she's not going to mention her current doubts to make for a happier story] I think so. We couldn't be more opposite: I'm lucky enough to be a Wazzo, the wealthiest and most respected family in all Bgztl and he's from Rimbor. In Rimbor, people don't have families. They have gangs. He came from nothing.

I’ve helped save the Earth.

[A few times, actually, and it isn’t even his planet.]

What is your best memory?

[She nodded, mimicking her expression. Her home life may've not been the roughest, but it wasn't easie either-except for those visits.]

Either one on one or split between two teams, usually played on ice, but it can also be played on grass, in which case it's called field hokey. Each player is given a stick, and the object of the game is using said sticks to move a puck into the goal net of the other team, while trying to prevent and block the team from getting the puck into your own respective goal.

Getting the puck into the teams net is what gets a point for the opposing team.

Those times in the cabin were the few times I felt part of an actual family.

How did you manage that?

(It seems like such a huge task.)

I...have many, but at the moment, they hurt to recall.

(Even so...)

I lived in a cabin once - in a forest - and I felt safe there. Those I resided with taught me all manner of things and they protected me. I had wolves too.

(Sansa knows how to be cruel. She may not be as sly as a Lannister, but she understands their tactics. She wants to be better than that.)

So you fell for a commoner. (Somehow that is even more romantic.) Your family might not approve, but I think love is worthwhile.

(As long as it's true.)

(Yes, she can expect a visit later in the day. Sansa is sick at heart too and it's best to move and keep company.)

Having watched her, I think she will choose how she leaves the world. That is all the Lannisters know to do; to kill and pretend their enemies aren't growing exponentially around them.

(Her brothers and her sister would have been all over that game.)

Should I ever have sons, I hope I remember hockey. Winterfell has lakes covered in ice. Ponds too. If all else fails, we have wide open fields too.

(She doesn't want them to grow up too fast. Not like she and her siblings were forced to do.)

[she knows how to be cruel, too, thanks to the absurdly high standards her mother held for her, but she chooses to be kind instead]

Worse than a commoner. Rimbor started as a penal colony. People from there are looked down on by almost everyone. [she thought it was. her mother disagreed] I think so, too. Jo's much better than people give him credit for.

[she thinks it is? even if they moved too fast, in retrospect]

[this day is the first day she's ventured outside the house since she found out that Maglor was gone. she thought perhaps if she threw herself back into work, she'd be distracted. instead, she's distracted by all the times he visited her here]

I hope so. And I cannot help but hope that she finds her way here. This place may have its drawbacks, but she'd be safer.

And it will be the Lannisters' downfall, for someday they will need allies and there will be none to be found.

Most recently, I worked with a team of heroes called the Young Avengers. We stopped an interdimensional parasite from feeding on the power of one of our members. He is destined to become an omnipotent magic being called the Demiurge, but he was able to tap into that future power and use it to defeat Mother. I helped by providing transportation and applying my combat skills in battle.

[But mostly ... it was the magic that saved the day.]

That sounds very peaceful. But why do your favorite memories cause you pain to remember, if they are your favorites?

Your daughters could be included too. Field hokey is actually considered a girls' sport, because running with a puck on grass is safer than going on ice, and the friction from the grass means the puck is less likely to fly up and hit someone. [Call it from her own experience, but if Sansa was fortunate enough to have a family and children, she didn't want any to feel left out.]

[It takes him a while, honestly. But finally:]

I was . . . eleven, perhaps, or around there. My father taught me a skill I had been begging him to teach me for ages, months and months-- from the moment I learned such a skill existed, frankly. He had his reasons for his reservations, but he finally had decided I was old enough to handle such a task.

So we went out onto our grounds. It was May, I remember that. Almost summer. Nighttime, of course, and the moon was half-full. He showed me how, again and again, and then told me that was all I needed-- that given I had seen him, I could now do it. He had faith in me, he told me.

My father is an enormously proud, accomplished man, not prone to flattery. To hear such things was confidence as I had never known it. So I tried it, and lo, it took me a few tries, but I managed.

We brought game home for my mother, and she obliged my pride further by gasping over it, praising me to no end. We even ate it that night, all three of us, a rare enough occasion.

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