regarding the dream event at eswareinmal

[ladysarmour]

You are very cruel to tie my fears and wants together so.

I'll be discovered. Someone will find out my lies, they'll have to if I'm to be free. They will know I'm a liar. The Lioness will know!

I would give anything to have them near me again - but not like that. It doesn't work if I know it isn't real, but that's precisely the point, isn't it? It can't be real. And I don't want to wake up.

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[lastdragon]

Your mundane is cruel.

love me love me say that you love me

[ladysarmour]

Are not all of them, my lady?

b-but..

[lastdragon]

They can be. That they would use us to begin with does not draw them to me in love, no. But for a young girl to be subject to this level of cruelty is unforgivable.

Are there none there to look after you?

hold me hold me go on and hold me

[ladysarmour]

The world is crueler to younger than me. [ Arya, she thinks. Arya, who is certainly dead. Bran and Rickon whose heads hung on spikes above the gates of her childhood home. ]

Some have been very good to me. The Lady Sif, the sorcerer. Giles and the boy Faolan. The king has been gracious enough to give me a safe home.

i don't know this sonnggggg lyrics...

[lastdragon]

That's so. [she has known that much from the treatment in the slave cities. it's not a subject she is fond of. ]


[ that draws a small, sad smile ]

But you still feel alone.

google them

[ladysarmour]

I am alone.

why not another song

[lastdragon]

I too, am alone.

[wargwalker]

Sansa? [he hesitates, pondering over her words. There is only one Lioness he knows, and he'd rather not think of her.] Are you dreaming?

[ladysarmour]

In the realm where I am trapped, I am. It's a good dream.

[ she pauses, then adds: ]

Wolf dreams, too.

[wargwalker]

[it surprises him to hear that. He did not expect Sansa, his prettiest sister, his gentlest sister, to have wolf dreams. perhaps Arya, who was much like a wolf herself, but not Sansa.]

What do you see in your wolf dreams?

[ladysarmour]

[ There is a wolf inside her too; when Lady died it had no place to go but deep within the lost places in her heart. Now by some strange stroke of fate Lady has returned to her, and the wolf can slink free. ]

I see...

The wild lands, fields and forests. Other animals, those that eat green things. Another wolf, large and black, different from others but no true direwolf.

I hun...I hunt.

[wargwalker]

["I hunt." That tells Bran enough.]

You can warg. [quietly and filled with awe] Sansa, I've been dreaming too. I'm always Summer in my dreams. I'm always the direwolf. Old Nan says that the Starks used to have wolf blood. [and maybe we do too, he implies]

[ladysarmour]

Old Nan just told stories. [ She says it harshly, but it comes from fear: once upon a time she believed in stories and look where that got her. ]

[motherofwinter]

Sansa?

[ladysarmour]

It's just dreams, Mother.

Is it a common thing to be frightened by good dreams?

[motherofwinter]

Good dreams should be a source of light, a source of joy, not a source of distress.

What dreams trouble you, dear child?

[ladysarmour]

Dreams of a time when all of us were together and whole; when Robb and Jon trained in the yard, Bran climbed to the top of every tower, Rickon lied in your arms, and Arya hid my things and ran as I yelled. When my lady mother sang me to sleep at night, and my lord father sat beneath the heart tree and prayed we would be ready when winter came.

Summer dreams. Impossible dreams.

[motherofwinter]

[It pains her to hear of this dream for she yearns for the same thing, for their family to be whole again, for them to never be parted once more. Their lives have been so fractured, so destroyed...]

My sweet daughter, this is a good dream, one you should hold on to. For it is impossible, yes, but it is a memory that is sweet and pure, and it will keep you so.

[ladysarmour]

But I don't want to awaken from it, though I know it to be false.

[motherofwinter]

I wish that you did not have to, but you must face the world. And you can be strong. You are my daughter and the daughter of your father. A Stark of Winterfell.

[ladysarmour]

Yes; I am no Stone, but a Stark of Winterfell. I will do my best to honor you both.

[motherofwinter]

Always remember that. And you have never not honored us, Sansa.

[ladysarmour]

[ quiet, desperate, stricken with terror and the deep sickness she feels in her gut when she thinks of it ]

They made me a lion.

[motherofwinter]

You will always be a wolf. You are of the North, no matter what anyone says.

[ladysarmour]

But I said them; I said the vows, I swore them before gods and men.

I helped to kill a king. I did not know I was accomplice, but I was stupid and easily led and a king died because of me.

There is no honor in that.

[motherofwinter]

If you did not know of the plan, there is no guilt behind your actions.

[ladysarmour]

Can it truly be so simple?

[motherofwinter]

Yes. [No. Never.]

[ladysarmour]

If that is what you say, Mother, then I will not blame myself.

[ This is what she has come to: lying to her lady mother. ]

[motherofwinter]

You must never blame yourself for something that was not by your own hand. And even if it was in your thoughts... Did you urge someone to kill him?

[ladysarmour]

I told the Queen of Thorns he was a monster, and she put the poison in his chalice.

I prayed and prayed and prayed he would die; I asked the gods to make it so.

But I never urged another person to bring about his murder.

[motherofwinter]

Sansa, it is justice.

[ladysarmour]

Justice.

[ They cut off her father's head and called that justice. ]

Yes. It is justice.

[motherofwinter]

For your father.

[ladysarmour]

And for Jory, Septa Mordane, and all the others.

[motherofwinter]

You deserve a different life, Sansa. And I am sorry I was not there to protect you.