who: Sansa Stark and Margaery Tyrell. what: Sansa and Margaery have a lot to catch up on. Also, lemon cakes. where: A cafe in Night Vale that is marginally less weird than the other places in Night Vale when: Afternoon. rating: TBD. There's probably going to be some pretty rough stuff discussed. status: In progress.
This place was strange.
That was truly the only word for it. Sansa didn't know what to think of Night Vale, finding it to be so unlike anything she had ever known before. There was so much to adapt to, so much she had to adjust her worldview in order to deal with. But Sansa was nothing if not adaptable, so she was making an effort.
It was hot, like she imagined Dorne or Essos to be, and the way people dressed was shocking. She did not want to be so immodest, but her dresses were meant for the cold of Winterfell and she knew that she had to be practical. Thankfully, she had managed to find dresses that, while made of much lighter fabric, kept her mostly covered. Still, her bare arms left her feeling ill at ease. She was just grateful that none of her scars would show.
More than anything though, she missed her family. She had only just gotten them back. And now they were lost to her. Granted, Jon had already been all but lost to her. His love for the Dragon Queen and his honor in insisting on keeping his word to her would be his undoing. Men, she had found, did stupid things for love and honor. Honor had killed her father. Love had killed Robb. She wondered which would kill Jon first. She didn't want to see what it would be.
But there were things to be grateful for. The plumbing was a thing of magic and she had spent more time than necessary in showers, grateful just to be able to clean her hair. With everything that had been happening, she hadn't had the time to care for herself. And there was peace, of a sort. She was so tired and this place was a chance for rest, however unwanted. And, she had a friend she had thought she might never see again.
A friend who was sitting with her at a cafe, with tea and cake and a lovely smile.
"You look well, Margaery," she said, a warmth to the words that had been all too absent in her recent encounters. "I really am so pleased to see you again." Margaery had been a true friend to her in a time when friends were almost non-existent. She was glad to have her back in her life.