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Her mere inquiry sends a look of
incredulity to don upon his features,
as if she had chastised him — or worse,
asked what Comic-Con was. His ears
might have betrayed him, yet he felt as
if she wholeheartedly wished to know.
Did black holes exist? Or was he just
in another dream?“Why are you begging my pardon— ?”
The junkie narrows his eyes, emerald eyes
looking back down at her way of dress. God,
this chick was probably way into the entire
medieval look. That only made him LAUGH.”Forget it.”

:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::
Well, I never. This is the first dream
that has chastised her. Why would the
Gods deem her in need of more scorn
in her life. Will her dreamscape never be
safe again? It certainly seems so, when
faced with bizarre contraptions, peculiar
surroundings and unfriendly faces.
A renown flash of Stark fire flashes in
her blue eyes even whilst embarrassment
colors her cheek red. He dare laugh at her
when she is honest in her curiosity. How
unchivalrous. She has half a mind to turn
away from him but surely the Gods have a
reason for sending him to her.
“Forget what? I was merely asking, ser
but I apologize for the burden of my ignorance.
Only, can you tell me where I am? This world
is… I have never dreamed of one such as this.”
█ ▒▒ ——— :: Sansa Stark, the name rings in his ears like the everlasting beat of drums, incessant & persistent. That was...