The water was cold but Sansa's teeth did not chatter and her skin did not twitch. She seemed almost impervious to the temp as she swam through the frigid and deep waters surrounding Atlantis. Winterfell had not told Sansa much about her father, just his name. She can still remember the look on her mother's face before she charged the bear to protect Sansa and she can never forget her face in death. Winterfell's sacrifice was something Sansa would eventually have to come to terms with. Her closeness with her dam had been something she cherished. Winterfell herself was a giant and at the time Sansa had thought her a goddess of warriors. But she had been mortal, all the same.
"His name was Ender," Winterfell had said when pressed for information on Sansa's father. And that was all she had ever said. Upon Winterfell's death, Sansa had asked around about him. Some seem disinclined to help her and others were just unhelpful, but she'd finally heard whispers of him living in Paradise. It was a cruel joke, she thought, that her mother died while her father lived in Paradise.
She pulled herself onto the shore of Paradise, dark eyes darting along the dense edge of the jungle. This did not look like paradise, Sansa thought with a sharp snort. She could feel the humidity curl around her like a fog and she was thankful for the icy ocean water that clung to her skin and rolled down her sides in rivulets. With a flick of her salt-soaked tail against her haunches, Sansa stepped into the jungle without so much as a glance back at the ocean she'd come from.
The jungle was suffocating, far different from the meadow where she had grown. It was so...green and dense, the sensation of leaves and branches poking her from all angles was unsettling and she snapped a few large leaves from the home with the snap of her teeth, stomping them into the dirt as she continued to walk. The anger that bubbled beneath the surface, it was hard to tell if it was whatever beast the Hound-blood had given her or if it was the pain of her loss. Either way, the annoyance was written plainly on her face, just the same as Winterfell's ire had oft been worn. |
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