[ it is too bright, too colourful, too... festive. considering none of them actually want to be there, sansa thinks that the whole affair is rather in bad taste — but then, isn't this the best way to make them think they are welcome? to think they are here as guests? what separates this from king's landing, she thinks bitterly; only the lack of joffrey and cersei. all the rest is the same. a castle, food to be served them, rooms to sleep in... and no way to leave.

( a. ) she sits around one of the tables, eats the food that is served in small, ladylike bites. should anyone sit next to her, she'll look at them out of the corner of her eye for a moment, appraising, before saying, ] As far as being a hostage goes, this isn't quite so bad. [ there is a slight wryness to her tone, one that makes it not all that easy to tell whether she means it.

( b. ) a little later on, someone might catch her braiding her long, red hair into an intricate braid. as she tries to pin it to the back of her head into a circle, a strand falls back down, making her hiss with displeasure. if anyone has experience with hair braiding, maybe some help would be appreciated... ]

[ she has no loyalty to the gods, and none to her god house, save for the fact she shares it with her brother — and the idea of having to hunt for coins doesn't please her much. perhaps once, she would have found the idea of a scavenger hunt exciting, the prospect of picking up a regular item and have it turn into a coin like out of a story, a tale she'd have made up with jeyne as a girl. now, she doesn't care much for it.

( a. ) so if anyone happens to approach her while the hunt is going on, she'll say before anything else is said, with perhaps more heat than necessary, ] No, I have no desire to come find whatever weird things these "gods" have hidden around. [ sorry if you were about to ask something totally different...

( b. ) but eventually, even she falls prey to one of the coins concealed as items. a small pin, shaped like a white rose, lays on her path — without thinking, she picks it up, only to have it disappear in her hand. if you happen to come across her right then, be prepared for some coin effects... or perhaps you've been hit with one of them. ]

[ you know the drill! if you want to do something else, hmu! especially canonmates are encouraged to come up with something else if the above ones don't work, but everyone else is free to pick this option too. either write your own starter, or holla at me on plurk @ celen or on the cr meme and we can plot something out! ]