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[ it's been a long time, months and months, since sansa had addressed wonderland. many moon cycles came and gone and people has well. today finds her in silks the color of the bluest skies and her hair in an elaborated braid that might remind some of a departed queen whose hair was silver. ]

Good people of Wonderland, I hope today finds you well.

[ formal and perhaps distanced, too. sansa had kept to her chambers for days on end, had not traded words with anyone. the stings were perhaps a bit too much. she had given herself some time to collect herself again and when the need came.

well, there she is. ]

Many people came and gone from this Wonderland of ours and I am missing a companion of my own. A direwolf named Lyanne I have sent to search for some friends that I have found - have departed from among us and were sent free.

[ her voice doesn't quiver, she tidies her gown and speaks again ]

She is highly likely still searching yet I must request that if you happen upon her, you shall tell her to find me. She is a direwolf of the north, larger than a wolf and smaller than a bear, her eyes are golden and her coat is that of grey for.

[ a beat and ]

And I am Lady Sansa of House Stark.

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Requests. No man can command a direwolf.

[ gently, she wishes to correct not scold. she tries for a smile, though those seem to be harder for her as of late. ]

if you see her, please tell her sansa is searching for her. she would know where to go. they are clever creatures.

[Henry nods acknowledging her words.]

She's not just a pet, is she? She's more than that. Right?

She is not a pet at all.

[ those who would seek to make a direwolf a pet would find themselves lacking a limb or two. the creatures are wild and yet they are not feral, they are old and clever and if one seeks their company, one should know they are equal to them. it's what sansa and lady were, what lyanne is to her now. ]

She is my companion, a friend. almost a sister.

[Henry...he kind of wonders what that would be like. He loves Lucky, but it doesn't seem like this is the same thing. He wishes he had someone to just be with him while his mom is off being the Dark One, be his friend, not judge.]

Have you been together long? And here, in Wonderland?

[He's never seen an animal like what she's describing, so he's curious.]

I had another before her.

[ a beat. sansa hadn't spoken about her, not in a very long time. ]

Lady, her name was Lady and she was killed. I asked the vendors for a companion in her stead and they have given me Lyanne.

[ and sansa loves her but the loss of lady can never be mended. if anything, lyanne in her more quiet, less eagerly friendly way, is more like sansa herself.

lady is gone and the girl sansa was has gone with her. ]

I got my dog from a vendor. I don't remember it, because I was here before, I guess, and went home for a long time.

[He backtracks a little, face softening.]

I'm sorry about Lady. Did you...did you have to use a memory to have Lyanne here?

You went back to your realm? and you do not remember all that happened before that?

[ an odd thing but not unlikely. sansa hadn't gazed upon westeros in over a year and she would be lying if she'll say she misses it in any way. she worries over its people, her people, the remains of her house but the real itself -

even odd, unpredictable wonderland is its better. ]

No. I have used the gift they gave us for the winter celebration.

I've gone back twice where I don't remember anything. And twice where I leave and come back and remember everything. I don't know why there's a difference, but...the times I can remember Wonderland when I come back, my stuff never left and I was only gone a week. The other times I was gone for a lot longer and all my stuff went away with me.

[Which is how he knows Emma's not coming back.]

Oh, the voucher. Hopefully they do that again this year. [But that makes him even more curious.]

So, that means you've been here a little while, then.

More than a year, so this realm's way of counting had told me. Many moon cycles. But I - I've never gone back.

[ and it ought to be better, isn't it? it ought to be a blessing, a saving grace, that she did not have to, true? how can one long for a world where one is not allowed their own name? ]

Wonderland seems to be fond of you, to call you forth so many times.

I don't know if it's fond of me, or really doesn't like me. Lately, this place seems like one giant punishment. Or like a place where I'm not supposed to be happy.

[Why would it keep sending people from his family away, and keeping his mom here only to turn her Dark? Why would he be powerless here unless Wonderland wanted him to know he was helpless?]

[ something in sansa softens at that. she knows well how a place like that would look and feel. to her it's the stone walls of king's landing, the smell if its dirty streets, the scent of wine at cersei lannister's table ]

I've been at a place like that, well before I came here. And all I ever pined for had been home.

[ but her home is no longer, winterfell is not hers to rule. but it will be, it can be. happiness is very rare in westeros, it becomes even more so here. ]

do you have a home you think about?

[For a minute, Henry's quiet as he thinks about Storybrooke, and home, and whether or not it will ever be the way it was before he tried so hard to prove Regina was evil.]

Yeah. It's called Storybrooke. And I...maybe...took it for granted. All I ever wanted to do was leave and have some kind of adventure. Now I have and my dad died, my mom is...

[He trails off again, clearing his throat before continuing.]

I keep hoping that if I go home, I can fix it somehow.

[ she nods her head in silence and after a moment ]

there was a girl once, from the North who thought her house a bore, she grew tired of the long, dark winters and wanted to go south and marry a prince and be a queen in the south where the air is warm. but her prince was not quite the songs and tales would make of him.

[ not at all. she tidies her skirts ]

My father is also gone and my mother and my brother and all I want now is to see Winterfell again and if I would, I would never once more think it dull or too cold. adventures are never quite what they seem to be, are they?

[Henry's quiet as she speaks, and it's not hard to put together that she's speaking of herself. He understands. He'd wanted to leave Storybrooke so bad, he'd wanted to break Regina's curse, and what had happened because of that one need to act out? He'd met Emma, yes, but his dad is dead, she's the Dark One now, and so many people have suffered, plain and simple.

But even now, he thinks, she sounds so sad, if he could give her Winterfell, he would. It's his heart, the truest believer, the most pure, and he can't help it even if his own life is upside down at the moment.]

'Be careful what you wish for.' That's advice I should have followed. But nothing can change the past. We just...we have to figure out a way to keep moving forward. I'll find your direwolf for you, so you have your piece of home back.

[He's determined now, already standing.]

You have my thanks.

[ even if he will not be the one to find lyanne, sansa knows effort and knows to appreciate it. it is so very rare in westeros. she smiles a little, inclines her head in gratitude. ]

Only be careful, do not venture too far.

I will. And I'll message you if I find her and she's on her way back to you.

[With a small wave, he ends the feed, and goes to search.]

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