[ for one long moment, Sansa wonders if it is Ghost that wriggles himself free of the bushes, pushes through with white fur bright in the night — but long as it has been, she remembers Ghost, and this is not him. it is a wolf, though, and most would be afraid... it would be smart to be afraid.
instead, Sansa smiles. ]
Forgive me. I thought it would be a monster, or a beast in the bushes. [ some would call a wolf a beast — but her House is the house of wolves, and though cautious, she is not afraid. ]
[No, not dear old Ghost. This one's full-grown, as well, but much smaller. She raises her face so girl can see she's paying every bit of attention to her, and truly, she's flattered privately she doesn't think her a monster. In the next moment, she starts to move toward her, to come fully out of the bushes now, but that last hind paw snags in a tangled criss-cross of branches.
This is… more of an embarrassment than anything actually worrisome—she even hobbles to a standstill, and groans as if trying to share Can you believe my luck?—because even if she's hesitant to cut herself free with a celestial means, she could still break twigs away with teeth. Assumedly.
But the body doesn't quite turn at the middle all the way, does it? She forgets there are bones and things blocking her from full bending, and all that really happens is she ends up kind of nipping the air in this curved way, helpful-teeth too far from the accidental trap of the bush to be helpful at all, but yanking her leg only seems to secure those little branches.
Why didn't she go around! That would've been wise, but it would've taken a lot longer to assure her company that there's nothing to fear.]
[ the eyes that look at her are intelligent, regarding her as the wolf listens to her — yes, listens, of that Sansa is certain. whether she speaks words that are understood, that is another matter; she doesn't know if wolves speak the same language, understand the words, but she cannot howl and the fact that the wolf is at least trying to leave the bushes is a good thing...
at least until it's stuck.
Sansa's brows furrow with concern before she starts moving closer. ]
It's alright. I'll help you. [ slowly, carefully, she walks to the wolf's side and kneels down, reaching for the branches and twigs, starts untangling them with care. as she speaks, her voice is level, even; she glances from the branches to the wolf, knowing that this could be stupid, so stupid of her, but it's all she can do. she must trust that a wolf... won't hurt her. ]
It happened to me, too. The hem of my dress got stuck on some of the branches, a man who was passing by had to help me free.
[Young lady approaches, sinks to aid her, and white wolf's head lowers, ears tucking at the sides of her head in show of passivity. Maybe a sign Sansa might recognize, having lived with direwolves once. Her tail waves behind her for good measure: Hello and Thank you.
At her admission, her shared commiseration that she was in this same position, furry face tilts at her, and there's a long, whining note of appreciation, black nose twitching in natural curiosity at her before she's trying—wolves will be wolves after all; and mothers will be themsleves too—to kiss her cheek in show of this.
This would be strange for humans, wouldn't it? But being what she is, she defaults to unconditional affection.]
[ it is a familiar sight — Lady was always calm like this, too, non-threatening with the little signs she gave, and Sansa smiles at the sight of the wolf's ears tucked back like that. ]
There. You should be free —
[ — to go, she means to say, yet her words are swallowed by the gasp she gives as the wolf leans closer, and Sansa stiffens instinctively... before it truly clicks what the wolf is doing, and she laughs. it's a light laugh, a laugh that sounds surprised, perhaps more for the fact she is laughing rather than the cause of it. ]
You're tickling me, [ she says with a smile that lingers, even as she pushes herself back just slightly. she wonders what others would say, if they saw her like this... but she doesn't care. a wolf isn't afraid of a wolf, and for once, she knows without a doubt she is right. ]
[Of course, as this is their first encounter, Amaterasu doesn't know anything of the horrors Sansa's lived through, but even so, she's glad if she can be the cause of such a joyful noise. And she laughs gently, as well, in an unheard way, only wagging tail giving any indication of this.
All freed now, she circles the girl with purpose, mostly to keep her attention, then pads up to the tree she'd been looking at only a little while beforehand, perching at its roots and then canting her furry face to her questioningly. Does it mean something to her?]
[ she keeps smiling, more free now, watching the wolf carefully — it is intelligent, that much is clear, and she tries to wonder what the gesture means. ]
It's just a tree, [ she says, though amending with a softer tone, ] It reminded me of the Godswood, back home. But it's nothing special, here.
[There's no real way to convey her thoughts, but she is thinking, isn't every tree special? And if she could, she'd remind Sansa that sometimes trees all in themselves are a home to birds or squirrels, or a resting place for them, or they might even shade a weary traveler. That some trees are selected for firewood and to make homes, and so even something as insignificant seeming as a tree holds so much purpose. Even if all a tree does is flower or bloom, and little else, if someone grows fond of that tree, it's brought a little more meaning into the world.
But there's nothing wrong with the girl's answer; she understands that she means it's a tree like any other. Wolf's ears stay pricked on Sansa in attentive interest, having little other way to ask her to continue, but she's definitely curious. She wonders if the name "Godswood" is self-explanatory, and if gods lived, or roamed, or visited there.
Maybe the Godswood itself had a tree or two Sansa was partial to? She's seen this happen, like how people favor only certain people, and sometimes animals, they're also inexplicably drawn to a certain tree at times.]
i'm so sorry you had to wait for this tag for so long!! thank you for your patience ;u;
[ she has never been inclined to think that way — considering things that she sees as natural something special; of course a tree would be a home for a bird or a squirrel, it was how things were. but being brought here to this strange world had already taught her new things... perhaps this would teach her, too.
as it is, Sansa seems to realize her words must mean little, and she breathes out a soft laugh, ducks her head. ]
Forgive me, that must not mean much to you. Godswood, that is. It is a sacred place, one of worship, dedicated to the Old Gods.. and at the heart of each is a tree, one we call a heart tree. This one reminds me of it, though it doesn't have a face on it.
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descent one. ❄ amaterasu.
[ for one long moment, Sansa wonders if it is Ghost that wriggles himself free of the bushes, pushes through with white fur bright in the night — but long as it has been, she remembers Ghost, and this is not him. it is a wolf, though, and most would be afraid... it would be smart to be afraid.
instead, Sansa smiles. ]
Forgive me. I thought it would be a monster, or a beast in the bushes. [ some would call a wolf a beast — but her House is the house of wolves, and though cautious, she is not afraid. ]
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This is… more of an embarrassment than anything actually worrisome—she even hobbles to a standstill, and groans as if trying to share Can you believe my luck?—because even if she's hesitant to cut herself free with a celestial means, she could still break twigs away with teeth. Assumedly.
But the body doesn't quite turn at the middle all the way, does it? She forgets there are bones and things blocking her from full bending, and all that really happens is she ends up kind of nipping the air in this curved way, helpful-teeth too far from the accidental trap of the bush to be helpful at all, but yanking her leg only seems to secure those little branches.
Why didn't she go around! That would've been wise, but it would've taken a lot longer to assure her company that there's nothing to fear.]
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at least until it's stuck.
Sansa's brows furrow with concern before she starts moving closer. ]
It's alright. I'll help you. [ slowly, carefully, she walks to the wolf's side and kneels down, reaching for the branches and twigs, starts untangling them with care. as she speaks, her voice is level, even; she glances from the branches to the wolf, knowing that this could be stupid, so stupid of her, but it's all she can do. she must trust that a wolf... won't hurt her. ]
It happened to me, too. The hem of my dress got stuck on some of the branches, a man who was passing by had to help me free.
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At her admission, her shared commiseration that she was in this same position, furry face tilts at her, and there's a long, whining note of appreciation, black nose twitching in natural curiosity at her before she's trying—wolves will be wolves after all; and mothers will be themsleves too—to kiss her cheek in show of this.
This would be strange for humans, wouldn't it? But being what she is, she defaults to unconditional affection.]
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There. You should be free —
[ — to go, she means to say, yet her words are swallowed by the gasp she gives as the wolf leans closer, and Sansa stiffens instinctively... before it truly clicks what the wolf is doing, and she laughs. it's a light laugh, a laugh that sounds surprised, perhaps more for the fact she is laughing rather than the cause of it. ]
You're tickling me, [ she says with a smile that lingers, even as she pushes herself back just slightly. she wonders what others would say, if they saw her like this... but she doesn't care. a wolf isn't afraid of a wolf, and for once, she knows without a doubt she is right. ]
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All freed now, she circles the girl with purpose, mostly to keep her attention, then pads up to the tree she'd been looking at only a little while beforehand, perching at its roots and then canting her furry face to her questioningly. Does it mean something to her?]
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It's just a tree, [ she says, though amending with a softer tone, ] It reminded me of the Godswood, back home. But it's nothing special, here.
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But there's nothing wrong with the girl's answer; she understands that she means it's a tree like any other. Wolf's ears stay pricked on Sansa in attentive interest, having little other way to ask her to continue, but she's definitely curious. She wonders if the name "Godswood" is self-explanatory, and if gods lived, or roamed, or visited there.
Maybe the Godswood itself had a tree or two Sansa was partial to? She's seen this happen, like how people favor only certain people, and sometimes animals, they're also inexplicably drawn to a certain tree at times.]
i'm so sorry you had to wait for this tag for so long!! thank you for your patience ;u;
as it is, Sansa seems to realize her words must mean little, and she breathes out a soft laugh, ducks her head. ]
Forgive me, that must not mean much to you. Godswood, that is. It is a sacred place, one of worship, dedicated to the Old Gods.. and at the heart of each is a tree, one we call a heart tree. This one reminds me of it, though it doesn't have a face on it.