getting to know you [for st_artingover]

[st_arkunderitall]

 Sansa was feeling somewhat restless when she left her room and found herself down by the pool again.  She knew it had something to do with this place and being trapped but there was nothing she could do about it.  Nothing beyond walk around and think about her home.  She still waited for the day a Lannister would show up and throw everything into chaos.  A part of her still thought this was a trick, after all.  

At least she wasn't alone since there seemed to be kind people here.  Not that she had really opened up to anyone yet but she figured that would come in time.  Just that thought brought her to thinking about the blonde young man who claimed to know her.  It had taken a little bit of convincing but she believed him now.  There were things that he knew about her and her family, things that no one could really know unless he had known some of them.  It was possible that he was lying but she didn't think so.

He was still on her mind as she sat in one of the long chairs and then took a moment to arrange the long skirt of the dress that she wore.  It wasn't the dress that she had arrived in but a more modern dress that she had gotten in the shop.  It was still long like her dress but the bodice of the dress lacked sleeves.  There was only thin straps that sat on her shoulders and made her worry they might fall at any moment.  Not that they had but they seemed so thin and light that she couldn't stop from being concerned.  She covered them with a small top that someone had called a sweater or cardigan.  It was black and strangely light despite the knitted material.  Her dress that she wore was a soft forest green.  

Sitting back once she was sure her legs were covered, she looked at the water.  She had seen people swimming in small clothes that they called bathing suits but she hadn't gotten so brave yet to try it.  Not that anyone was swimming right now.  No, at this time of the evening, everyone was inside and the pool area was blissfully quiet as she turned her eyes to the night sky.

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[st_artingover]

Thorfinn was adjusting to his new new home, it was definitely a change from the last two worlds besides his own he had visited. He didn't know how he felt about it yet but he figured he wouldn't give up, not yet. There had to be a reason this kept happening to him.

Thorfinn kept strange hours mostly late aternoon to early morning part of him would never shake his nocturnal ways. He had always been a night owl thanks to being on the night guard so often in his youth. Stepping out into the night air he didn't expect to see Lady Stark she looked breath taking laid oUT in the modern dress he moved over a bow given in greeting. A far cry from the angry boy that one attacked a king.

"Good evening Lady Stark." He greeted in a pleased tone. "Watching the stars?" He inquired trying to not look so taken by her beauty.

[st_arkunderitall]

Sansa was just letting her thoughts drift when she heard the soft footfalls of someone approaching. She hated that her pulse immediately jumped or that she felt a flicker of fear, even in this place, but she pushed it down. If anything, she tried her best to look serene but curious as she turned her head to see who was nearby.

Spotting and recognizing Thorfinn, she blew out a tiny sigh of relief before managing a small smile for him. She still wasn't sure what to think about the fact that he claimed to know her and her family but there were too many things that he knew for it not to be true. That and the fact that they were trapped where they were did lend a bit of credibility to his story that this was not his first world that he had been stolen to.

"Good evening, Thorfinn. Please, call me Sansa." She shifted to sit up a bit straighter before nodding. "I am. I'm trying to see if they look like the stars back home."

[st_artingover]

Thorfinn sometimes hated the skills Askeladd had ingrained in him, that ablity to read people had always sat at the front of his mind even when he tried to ignore it it was there. He offered a kind smile worried he might have frightened her. Even if she didn't look shaken.

He knew she had been jumpy in the village and he suspected the same here so he tried to give the same respect he had given there. "I hope you are well tonight, Sansa. " He looked up to the sky at her words. He had always been in the northern hemisphere on earth so the stars looked right to him. Kneeling down beside he chair he pointed up to the north star. "That is Polaris. That is the star we follow at sea" He spoke simply. "For once I know these stars these are the stars of my home even if I know nothing else here."

[st_arkunderitall]

Even though she had been initially wary, Sansa could tell that he was doing his best to move in such a way that wouldn't make her jumpy. She could see that he wanted her comfortable and so she tried to make herself relax while she listened to him, still tracking his movements until he knelt down by the chair.

Following the direction of his finger, she looked at the night sky until she noticed a particularly bright star and pointed as well. "That one right there?"

Then she looked at him. "You were a sailor?"

[st_artingover]

He stayed balanced while he kneeled pretty well his elbows now resting on his knees as he looked from the sky to her. He nodding once pointed. "Yes, that one, Sansa." The rare smile crossed his face at her question.

"Yes and no. I was a sailor but more at the same time. When I get home though, if ever, I will be returning to sea, it is where my heart lies. I love the ocean. What about you? "

[st_arkunderitall]

"I haven't been on the ocean." She told him honestly with a little shake of her head before continuing on. "But I love the smell of it. I used to sit by the water and watch all the boats coming in. I would try to imagine different stories about who the people were and what their business was in the city."

Her eyes drifted towards the sky as she thought it was one of the few times she had felt safe or had even enjoyed herself near the end. It had been a way to distract herself from everything around her.

"I would love to go on a boat."

[st_artingover]

"Really?" He asked curiously shifting to sit on the ground deciding it would just be easier and show he was interested in learning about her. The wind picking up just a bit to add relif to the hot night air and shuffle their hair a bit.

"When I was a boy, I dreamed of life at sea, my village was remote, far from the rest of the world and when people visited it made it all seem magical..." a touch of meloncholy touched his voice as he spoke. A little homesick.

"If a chance ever arises I'd take you. I bet you would like the northern lights"

[st_arkunderitall]

Sansa watched him curiously for a moment while he shifted to sit on the ground beside her chair despite the fact that there were other chairs close by. She found that she didn't mind, though. She would still be wary a bit but the night was pleasant and so was his company.

Her features softened a little while she listened to him talk of his home and she noted the sadness. She understood it too because she had felt the same way about Winterfell and still did. At one time all she had wanted to do was leave her home and see the rest of the world. Now, she would give anything to go back.

"I would like that." She found herself saying and meaning it. "What are the northern lights?"

[st_artingover]

Thorfinn had always been strange in his ways, but without Jo to dictate what he did, or other people to tell him what was 'expected' of a normal karl, he just reverted to his old ways, the Thrall who was not permitted, and the karl who did not listen. He often choose the floor for safety reasons. Lords took chairs, captains took high seats on ships, he may have been born on Jarl blood but he choose to hide that through the years and it would not change.

"The northern lights are a magic in the sky, at night, sometimes in the day, the sky paints in brilliant color, the colors dance. But, it only only happens in the north. It is very cold, and often winter and night last for months on end. Not all can survive in Iceland." He spoke that sadness retained. "My home is beautiful, but deadly."