"Like meditation," she said with a nod, even though she still didn't understand why Sharon was upside down-- perhaps it was just an odd habit from wherever she was from. Sansa had heard of odder things, whispered (usually with giggles) in the halls of King's Landing. She was hardly going to ask the woman again, since she'd given a perfectly good answer. "I have a wolf that I take care of," she said without preamble. "I'm afraid Star somehow got one of your shoes and destroyed it. I can help you find another pair, but I'm terribly sorry." She looked down at the towel, and she moved the bundle so that Sharon could see the torn apart pieces (which were still relatively damp, hence the towel.)
"I've been keeping track of him, I have no idea how he could have gotten out - but it's not his fault, I must have not locked my door." Which was another problem entirely, one that made Sansa's brows furrow.
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Date: 2012-11-20 02:27 am (UTC)From:"I've been keeping track of him, I have no idea how he could have gotten out - but it's not his fault, I must have not locked my door." Which was another problem entirely, one that made Sansa's brows furrow.