(Heaven's BBS)

[stonebird]

Posted: August 17th
From: Dali

(A pack of wolves is surely a welcome sight? No? They smile and nip at one another, showing teeth that can easily rend a man apart.)

Robb, do not tease your sister so! (Sansa holds out her hand, walking into frame. The largest wolf breaks free of his free-spirited family and trots up to her. He is rewarded with fresh morsels of meat and a good ear scratch.)

Arya, I have not forgotten you. (Another wolf - this one smaller and darker - edges closer to receive her treat.)

Jon, Bran, Rickon, you too. (Each wolf takes after their namesake in some way: Jon is white, Bran has reddish-brown fur and Rickon is the smallest of the pack, barely out of the puppy stage. Sansa removes her gloves after feeding them and drops a kiss on Robb's head.)

Do not stray far from the temple. I like hearing you sing at night.

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[stonebird]

I am of an accord with you, ser. (Direwolves are better, but this particular pack tugs at her heart for their similarities to her lost siblings.) I am honored to have their trust.

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[lovemguns]

Jus’ call me Roy. [ He doesn’t know what difference there is between “sir” and “ser” but it’s related somehow, probably. Either way, it’s wrong to call him that. ] Far as I know it is, wolves don’t trust just anyone, after all.

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[stonebird]

My name is either Sansa or Dali, Roy. (Some strike her as knight-like and so she opts for "ser" occasionally.) No, they are very particular. My family has a special connection with them on Westeros.

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[lovemguns]

[ He doesn’t know about that, but he would understand her reason for calling him that even less if he did. ]

Alright, Sansa then. [ Because they’re not the gods, even if they get to use their names. ] They are? Why’s that?