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[learned_to_die]

IT APPEARS THAT THIS IS SOME VERSION OF COMMUNICATION, AKIN TO MESSAGES RECEIVED VIA RAVEN. I CANNOT YET UNDERSTAND HOW SUCH THINGS ARE POSSIBLE, NOR CAN I UNDERSTAND HOW I AM EXPECTED TO SO ACCURATELY PRESS MY FINGERS TO SUCH PAINFULLY SMALL LETTERS ON THIS THING CALLED A "KEY BOARD."

[Ned is part of the Old Dads club; he has accidentally turned on his caps lock and has absolutely no idea how to turn it off, nor does he have any social precedent for understanding how hostile this makes him look.]

I AM TOLD THAT I AM IN A CITY CALLED WYVER, A NAME AS FOREIGN TO ME AS THE REST OF THIS IS. THE LOCALS HERE ARE NOT INCREDIBLY FORTHCOMING WITH ASSISTANCE OR INFORMATION, AND AS SUCH, ANYTHING THAT YOU MIGHT OFFER WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED.

THANK YOU FOR WHATEVER YOU MIGHT PROVIDE.

-- EDDARD STARK, LORD OF WINTERFELL, WARDEN OF THE NORTH, HAND OF THE KING

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[learned_to_die]

Aye. I'll stay put and wait for you here.

[unprays]

[ it takes her time — but after several questions posed to those who know the area better, after contacting Jon, she finally makes it where she thinks her father must be. she doesn't see him immediately, though, and ends up wandering around, calling out, ]

Father? Father, are you here? [ instead of actually using the device to ask this... well. hopefully he's within hearing distance. ]

[learned_to_die]

[He doesn't realize the word is meant for him, not right away - but it takes a breath's length of time before he's on his feet and searching for the source of the voice. The sound of it is like a melody sweeter than he ever could've imagined. It nearly steals the air from his lungs.

He catches sight of her hair first - that Tully copper, a flame from her crown - and approaches from behind.

His voice is quiet, soft.]

Sansa?

[unprays]

( sorry for the crazy delay in responding, i had to call a hiatus in late february due to health and work reasons, and i'm only just coming back from it! if this is too old to continue, i totally understand, and if you'd rather handwave the rest, let me know if you want to hash out what goes on by pm-ing me or contacting me on plurk @ ~celen! thanks for understanding ♡ )

[ she whirls around, as though the soft call of her name is loud as a strike of thunder — for a moment, she presses her hands against her chest like it could make her heart hurt less.

then, ]

Father, [ she breathes again, and stumbles forward until she can throw her arms around him, clutch at his shoulders with all her strength. ]