beach break

[theladyofwinterfell]

WHO: Sansa + Baby Stark
WHERE: on the ocean planet!
WHAT: hanging out, mostly
WHEN: 29 July - 3 August
WARNINGS: TBD

Sansa actually likes ocean worlds even if the bright sun works a number on her skin. James, too, is pale but she's knitted him one hat before coming here and has her sewing things so she can knit another. Perhaps it's a little strange to see a woman and a baby under an umbrella on the beach but Sansa is enjoying the warmth and breeze from the ocean even if she cannot go swimming since James is with her.

Her knitting needles are the only sound around her, clicking comfortably, and she's very much lost in what she's doing. James has recently learned how to sit up and he's delighting himself with it, giggling every time he manages to pull himself up only to fall back down again. It's his newest trick, after all, and Sansa cannot believe how much he's grown. He hadn't felt small when she delivered but he had been a wee thing and now he's chubby with bright blue eyes and wisps of red curls starting to grow in.

"You look like your uncles Robb and Rickon, you do," she coos at him. "All Tully red and blue, yes you are. A little slippery fish."

sand is coarse and irritating and it gets everywhere

[immunetolight]

WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: ocean planet
WHAT: sulking
WHEN: 29 July-3 August
WARNINGS: kylo ren

At least it wasn't a wasteland like Tatooine or Jakku. That's the only positive thing Ren has to say about this planet. It has a nice oceanfront and though the leather smells terrible and isn't even worth the effort, he's able to stock up on actual food (jerky, but better than nothing) and has time to be outside the confines of a ship or another wasteland of a planet.

He's on the beach (because, really, what other choice is there on an ocean planet) but he'd managed to obtain lighter clothing. It isn't black but the loose linen shirt and pants in muted blues and tan are better than anything else he saw on offer.

He tries to skip a shell along the edge of the waves the way his father used to do over lakes and rivers in Ord Mantell and fails miserably. He'd never been good at it, even with the Force, and his father had said using the Force was cheating anyway.

"Damn shells aren't flat enough," he mutters, rolling his eyes. "I need something smooth."