the ball reminds her how much she used to love things like this, when she was younger — imagining beautiful decorations, ladies in stunning robes, men handsomely dressed, the newest dances being performed... but her dreams had died, never to be revisited until the moment she steps foot in the Grand Hall.
it's even more beautiful than she could have imagined, and yet, Sansa keeps to the sides of the room, standing in place like a statue in her black dress, wearing a simple, silver necklace of a running wolf.
she smiles, though, when Clarke approaches her, even if the suggestion leaves her looking somewhat uncertain. ]
CLARKE ❄ backdated for the gala
the ball reminds her how much she used to love things like this, when she was younger — imagining beautiful decorations, ladies in stunning robes, men handsomely dressed, the newest dances being performed... but her dreams had died, never to be revisited until the moment she steps foot in the Grand Hall.
it's even more beautiful than she could have imagined, and yet, Sansa keeps to the sides of the room, standing in place like a statue in her black dress, wearing a simple, silver necklace of a running wolf.
she smiles, though, when Clarke approaches her, even if the suggestion leaves her looking somewhat uncertain. ]
Are you sure? I only know Westerosi dances...