revivalproject | when the white winds blow [ota]

WHO: Sansa Stark
WHERE: around the settlement, hospital, her home
WHAT: THE BABY IS HERE
WHEN: May 6-May 9
WARNINGS: n/a

001. labor

The baby keeps Sansa awake more often than not and today is no exception. She wakes well before dawn and simply starts walking. Walking is the only thing that eases the pain in her back these days and so she makes her way in circuitous loops around and around the livable and workable areas of their settlement. She goes toward the hospital, the agriculture center, back around to where she lives and when she's done it once, she does it again.

The pain gets worse and worse as the day goes on, bad enough that she has to sit for long stretches and just grind her teeth to bear it. She knows her son will be coming soon but she has no idea how soon. She knows her lady mother labored for two days with Rickon, after all, so this might take an age. It's only when she feels that she's relieved herself without trying that she imagines it's time to actually go to see Altair. There's someone near her, thankfully, so she calls out to them.

"Help? I believe I may actually be having my child and I need to get to Altair. Immediately."

002. hospital

Delivering children is a messy, painful experience. Even though she's in good hands with Altair and having Wanda and Tyrion calms her, it's still something she hadn't been prepared for until it had truly started happening. She has an easy labor though, from what she can tell, and when her son comes into the world she thinks everything was worth it. James Kit Lannister comes into the world screaming endlessly and there's no question he's a healthy boy.

Sansa's brow is still damp with sweat and she knows she looks a fright but as soon as the child is clean and swaddled, he's in her arms where she can soothe him and love him. She has some experience with babes, considering she'd been old enough when Rickon had been born to fancy herself a proper little mother, but it's different when it is one's own.

His mouth is full and the wisps of hair on his head are reddish blonde. She has no idea if he'll turn Lannister gold or her own Tully red but he's beautiful all the same. His eyes are dark and Sansa imagines they'll turn blue, as hers are, but there's no telling with a babe this small.

She never wants to let him go.

003. a party

Once she's home and feeling much better, Tyrion plans a party so anyone might come to see her and James and wish them well. It's a small affair, given what little they've found in the way of edible and attractive food, but Sansa is glad for it all the same. To announce it, she announces in a video over the network and the child has a starring role as he fusses in her arms.

I would like to share the arrival of my son, James Lannister, and invite anyone who wishes to come to a small party that Tyrion and I are having. We would love to have you.

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Sansa doesn't know the man who has come to bring her tea and genuinely, after Wanda has taken her pain from her and all she has is to concentrate on her new son, she feels as if she's a new woman. She smiles at him and motions him in, happy to let him visit now that she's covered and there's no chance of him seeing anything.

"My brother's name is Jon," Sansa says, giving him a soft smile. "And you needn't be worried about coming in. I feel perfectly fine and James is sleeping at the moment."

"Ah, I just... It would be rude to not at least announce my presence." Jon explains with a slight tip of his head "The hospital gets very quiet at night." As not rarely he is the only one around while most others are sleeping.

"But I see you are doing well." Which is good. Having healthy patients is preferable than the opposite. Especially in a case like this one.

"It wouldn't have been rude either way but I'm glad you've come. I didn't want very many people here while I gave birth because they could see things but now I am properly covered up. I don't mind the visit."

Sansa motions to the chair next to the bed she's been given. "You could even stay a while, if I'm not keeping you from anything?"

See... things... Jon has to puzzle about that for a moment. Which doesn't entirely happen without a little frown. She doesn't possibly mean- Or does she? She very well might...

"Christ..." he mutters, voice barely above a sigh, reaching up a hand to adjust his glasses before shaking his head. Apparently not everyone on this planet grows up with access to the internet. "Ah- Right, I suppose. Wouldn't have been of any use anyway." Jon admits, accepting the offered seat with a shrug.

"Altair has this place well covered. I just... Clean up. Make tea. Tell him to eat... And apparently right now I'm the nurse." None of these things he's particularly good at. But he gives a dismissive waves at his own words. He hasn't come here to ramble at her.

"You are Tyrion's wife, if I recall correctly. When I spoke to him he was very excited about the upcoming birth of his child."

"I am Tyrion's wife, yes. We've always wanted children but we didn't think it possible. No one from the Fleet had children while we were there and before...well, I thought I was barren. There had been plenty of opportunity for it to happen and it didn't. It was a blessing at the time but once I was with Tyrion, I did want children."

Sansa smiles, her face soft. "And now, I'm afraid, I am a besotted mother. I suppose even a queen turns into such at the birth of her child. We're not so different from anyone else - and especially not here."

"Once titles don't matter any longer, we are all but people." Just a simple truth. And despite everything, Jon still wants to think of himself as a person as well.

He inclines his head a little "You have been away from your home world for a long time. Don't you... miss it?" The question is asked very carefully. The last thing he wants to risk is to drag any information out of her she doesn't wish to share.

"Do I miss it? Sometimes. It's what I'm familiar with and I have duties to my people as queen that I cannot carry out while I'm here. However, since no time had passed between leaving the Fleet and when I left home the first time, I have reason to believe it's the same here."

Sansa smiles down a little at James. "I couldn't have my son back home. I couldn't simply be a mother. This place gave me that."

Jon casts a look over at the sleeping infant, and he can't help but wonder... If Sansa were to return to her home world, what would happen to him? Will he stay behind? Those aren't questions anyone may be able to answer at this moment - And Jon refrains from raising them to the mother.

Instead, he simply nods, giving her a small, yet reassuring smile.

"Then we will have to make sure this city is one he can safely grow up in."

"That is something worth doing," Sansa says. "And as soon as I'm able to do something other than lay in bed, I'll be back to working on it myself. I was making very good progress in the greenhouse until I got too big to really do anything with it. I'm hoping to get back soon."

She wants to spend time at home with James, yes, but there's work to be done as well and Sansa isn't someone who shies away from hard work.

"I presume you took the medicine specialization?"

"Oh, I did, yes. Trying to make myself useful." Though so far feeling rather useless. No much need for anatomical knowledge when magical healers are so much more effective to have around.

"Actually I have picked up working on the library as well. Which might take up more of my time in the future while I remain close to the hospital. Just in case. I haven't been to the greenhouse myself yet, though. Though I keep meaning to give it a look - If only to see which of the local plants might be suitable for brewing tea." Or, well. Possibly edible as well. Though he'd hate to waste actual food resources when not exactly needing to.

"Oh, I know which ones are good for tea," Sansa says, nodding along. "I've been keeping a list. I don't have it with me just now, it's at home, but I can give you a copy of my notes when I'm able to go back home. Everyone should have access to proper tea. That's just civil living."

Sansa smiles a bit, wide enough that a bit of a dimple flashes in one cheek. "I'm surprised you've made it this far without knowing."

He gives a small shrug, along with a sheepish little smile "Actually, I acquired a decent amount of tea on Risa. Still I would very much appreciate a copy of that list. Also to include it in my collection of useful notes regarding this planet - Which I want to put together to have in the library for everyone to access." There is always use for this sort of information. For themselves or for whoever comes after them. Of course there will have to be digital versions as well.

Eventually.

"And I don't believe you will have to stay here long. You are doing well, as is your son. A few days, perhaps." And he doesn't doubt that Sansa and Tyrion will be good and caring parents, regardless what planet they are on.

"Having some kind of list is probably good," Sansa says, thinking the idea of cataloging things is probably for the best. She hadn't thought of such because her brain has been occupied with preparing for James and the immediate future for her own life but for the planet as a whole, they do need to have some sort of archive of information.

"I never liked to read much as a girl, you know. I liked to sew and sing and draw but reading was something that bored me endlessly. I question the wisdom of that now as an adult. I might be better prepared for a place like this if I'd read a little more, hmm? Luckily, I've changed. My husband loves to read though. I imagine Tyrion would be incredibly helpful in building a library."

when the white winds blow [ota]

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