[While others run and swim in the water, play games or lie under the sun enjoying the warmth, Sansa sits under one of the umbrellas on a chair, wearing a long dress that would be far better suited to... well, an occasion any other than a day on the beach. She keeps glancing at the people, seeming uncertain -- but the truth is, she's just not used to all of this, carefree fun without anyone worrying about anything. She has no idea what to do with it.
When a ball rolls to her feet, knocked off course during the game, she leans down to pick it up, turns it in her hand for a moment before looking up at whoever is jogging close to get it back.]
Here. [The way she throws the ball isn't uncoordinated, but certainly not a master throw, either.
A little later, she is inspecting the foods on the table in the refreshments tent, picking one of the berries and looking at it with soft wonder. In King's Landing, the food was all about what the capital could offer, the exotic fruits grown in the lands near. The berries, however...]
They look just like those that used to grow near the Godswood. [Maybe to someone else, such a wistful look is strange to see directed at a handful of berries, but to someone who hasn't seen her home for so long? It's a reminder.]