[ Sansa comes to on the ground, still dressed in her clothes from Joffrey's wedding. Her hair is starting to come loose from the braids but that is the least of her concerns. She honestly isn't sure what she is staring at. It looks... wet. And lumpy. Like nothing she has ever seen. She almost thought it could be some sort of bloody mass of a creature but it's not red. And the sounds it makes are simply awful. Like wild dogs tearing into flesh.
She gets up on her feet, swaying some before she's taking steps away from whatever it was. When she turns to move away further, Sansa stops, eyes widening. Where...? This was not King's Landing. Or anywhere in Westeros.
But she doesn't have long to dwell on it. The sounds from the blob are getting closer and she looks behind her before letting out a startled noise and breaking into a run. It isn't moving particularly fast but she's not inclined to let it catch up to her. She isn't sure where she can go but she just keeps running away from it, hiking her dress up so she can't trip on it. It's when she's starting to get tired and still not sure where she can go, if anywhere here is safe, that she finally yells out, ]
Help! Please!
or
( hope )
[ Waking up to flowers was one of the more pleasant things Sansa has experienced. At least initially. The tags on the flowers and new environment leave her beyond confused. Slowly, she will get to her feet and see she is still in her dress from the wedding. That leaves her even more puzzled. She takes a few of the flowers with her, not really wanting to leave them.
As she walks along the street, looking for anything familiar, her hands are idly tying some of the carnation stems together, almost like she were trying to make a flower crown. She had made some for Marcella back when her father was still alive. Right now, it was an oddly comforting thing in this dark, eerie place. ]
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[ Sansa comes to on the ground, still dressed in her clothes from Joffrey's wedding. Her hair is starting to come loose from the braids but that is the least of her concerns. She honestly isn't sure what she is staring at. It looks... wet. And lumpy. Like nothing she has ever seen. She almost thought it could be some sort of bloody mass of a creature but it's not red. And the sounds it makes are simply awful. Like wild dogs tearing into flesh.
She gets up on her feet, swaying some before she's taking steps away from whatever it was. When she turns to move away further, Sansa stops, eyes widening. Where...? This was not King's Landing. Or anywhere in Westeros.
But she doesn't have long to dwell on it. The sounds from the blob are getting closer and she looks behind her before letting out a startled noise and breaking into a run. It isn't moving particularly fast but she's not inclined to let it catch up to her. She isn't sure where she can go but she just keeps running away from it, hiking her dress up so she can't trip on it. It's when she's starting to get tired and still not sure where she can go, if anywhere here is safe, that she finally yells out, ]
Help! Please!
or
( hope )
[ Waking up to flowers was one of the more pleasant things Sansa has experienced. At least initially. The tags on the flowers and new environment leave her beyond confused. Slowly, she will get to her feet and see she is still in her dress from the wedding. That leaves her even more puzzled. She takes a few of the flowers with her, not really wanting to leave them.
As she walks along the street, looking for anything familiar, her hands are idly tying some of the carnation stems together, almost like she were trying to make a flower crown. She had made some for Marcella back when her father was still alive. Right now, it was an oddly comforting thing in this dark, eerie place. ]