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."

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[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa knows the man's face from the cave during calibrations but she doesn't know his name. She's tried to learn everyone's name and face while she's been among this new group and now she'll get the chance with this man.

"I am, yes. I am Sansa Stark, Queen in the North. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

[plate_builder]

A queen? Reeve immediately dips into a respectful bow.

"Reeve Tuesti, your highness. Just a simple executive."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"My pleasure. Of course, being a queen isn't really important here but it's hard not to think of myself as one," Sansa says. "Well met, Reeve Tuesti. This little fellow is James Stark."

James, for his part, is playing at discovering his feet again.

[plate_builder]

Being an executive means nothing here, but Reeve thought of himself as such anyway. So he understood the sentiment.

"Well met, young man," he says, grinning at the child. "He is beautiful. Your son?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"My son, yes. He is both my pride and my joy," Sansa says, beaming as she looks at James. Perhaps he is small just now but he's both her heir and her son and she couldn't be happier with him. He's perfect.

"My Prince of Winterfell, even if he's more interested in his toes than in ruling anything just now."

[plate_builder]

A prince. Reeve doesn't know how he feels about the concept of royalty, legitimate or not, but he does understand how to play to it. More or less.

He offers a nod to the boy, as if bowing.

"If nothing else, they are cute toes."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"The cutest," Sansa says. She's curious about the little doll, though, and she tips her head toward it. She's never seen such a thing and she has no idea why he has it or what its purpose is.

"I'm sorry, I'm curious about your...companion. What is it, exactly?"

[plate_builder]

"It's okay. A lot of people are curious about him."

Reeve reaches a hand out to Mini and the doll fumbles closer as Reeve sits.

"This is Mini-Cait. He's... magic."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"We don't have much magic in my world," Sansa says, peering at Mini-Cait and trying to determine how he works as best she can. This isn't her ken, things like this, but she thinks Bran might understand it better than she does.

"There are dragons, though, and I think dragons are as magic as anything. It takes magic to hatch a dragon egg, anyway."

[plate_builder]

"Not much is not the same as none," Reeve muses, and he would love to discuss the level of magic in her world. But she's moved on to dragons and both Reeve and Mini shudder at the thought.

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. In my world there is nothing particularly magical about them, beyond their ability to use magic. They are wild animals, like wolves or feral dogs or birds. They just, you know, like to eat people."