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It was relatively simple to find the owner of the shoe that Star brought back to Sansa's rooms. She'd woken up to the sound of chewing, and when she'd pushed herself up, Star had been merrily going to town on a sneaker - it wasn't terribly identifiable any longer, besides that it was originally silver and bright bright orange that was covered in spit and torn half to bits.
It took Sansa the better part of a quarter hour to coax the wolf from the ruined shoe; she knew far better than to try and pull something from the wolf's mouth, but eventual distraction and breakfast got him to leave it. She didn't let herself think, at the moment, about the other things-- like how Star got out if she was sleeping, how he got back in, with his prize. No, she just quickly got dressed, then went down the hall--
And thank goodness Star hadn't somehow broken into someone else's rooms. There was the other shoe, neatly outside the sparring room. Whole, instead of the pieces that Sansa had wrapped in a towel and carried with her (which, if she'd thought about it - what would the owner do with the torn up remains of a shoe?)
She moved into the doorway, and her eyes widened a fraction when she realised that the person using the sparring room wasn't a man, like she'd assumed. She'd seen Sharon around with Steve, and she hesitated before she cleared her throat. "Excuse me?"
It took Sansa the better part of a quarter hour to coax the wolf from the ruined shoe; she knew far better than to try and pull something from the wolf's mouth, but eventual distraction and breakfast got him to leave it. She didn't let herself think, at the moment, about the other things-- like how Star got out if she was sleeping, how he got back in, with his prize. No, she just quickly got dressed, then went down the hall--
And thank goodness Star hadn't somehow broken into someone else's rooms. There was the other shoe, neatly outside the sparring room. Whole, instead of the pieces that Sansa had wrapped in a towel and carried with her (which, if she'd thought about it - what would the owner do with the torn up remains of a shoe?)
She moved into the doorway, and her eyes widened a fraction when she realised that the person using the sparring room wasn't a man, like she'd assumed. She'd seen Sharon around with Steve, and she hesitated before she cleared her throat. "Excuse me?"
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Date: 2012-11-20 01:33 am (UTC)From:"It's a yoga position. It helps me focus, kinda pay attention to where I am and shut off everything else. Does that make sense?"