( Sansa agonizes over whether to send a message at all and then what she should say in said message. She edits it over and over and she is quite glad that messages via Leaf do not show the scratching of a quill and the crossing out of words, only the final draft of what intends. Finally, she settles on something that seems appropriate and not too forward of her even if she and Wrathion are something between friends and lovers. )
Dearest Wrathion, I hope my message finds you well. I have not heard from you yet but I dare to assume that you are all right, simply indisposed, and that I will hear from you in due time. My brother has already found me to tell me that he is safe.
text, @winterbird
Dearest Wrathion, I hope my message finds you well. I have not heard from you yet but I dare to assume that you are all right, simply indisposed, and that I will hear from you in due time. My brother has already found me to tell me that he is safe.
Cordially,
Sansa Stark, Queen in the North.