[She's found it easier each time to calm her mind, harder to think on her own nature - that's a mess of a minefield (Alayne Stone or Sansa Stark) - but there's a quiet she finds in it, much like when she's stitching something. What she's trying to do here, though it stitch together fragments of her own self - of who she's been and who she is - but she's had little success in finding what she can do. She wants to be patient, she's trying very hard to be. It hasn't even been that long, so there's time.
So she stops trying and just watches anyone else she can - wonders if they are thinking the same thing she is - if that's the key to all of this. Is it the calm or is it the storm? (Am I Sansa or am I --
//Alayne //
--no, that wasn't me. It was only a face I was told to wear.)
She'll catch Daisy's eye when she can, offer a slightly sheepish smile and a shake of her head: Nope. Not yet.]
@ the caves
So she stops trying and just watches anyone else she can - wonders if they are thinking the same thing she is - if that's the key to all of this. Is it the calm or is it the storm? (Am I Sansa or am I --
//Alayne //
--no, that wasn't me. It was only a face I was told to wear.)
She'll catch Daisy's eye when she can, offer a slightly sheepish smile and a shake of her head: Nope. Not yet.]