"I love poetry," Sansa says, eyes going soft and voice going light. It's
been a long time since she's had occasion to sing or recite anything but
even still, she cannot deny the love she holds for it in her heart.
"I have never crafted it myself, unfortunately, though I have sung it and
recited it for my septas. I love the way men can make words turn into art.
It's something I would never be able to do."
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"I love poetry," Sansa says, eyes going soft and voice going light. It's been a long time since she's had occasion to sing or recite anything but even still, she cannot deny the love she holds for it in her heart.
"I have never crafted it myself, unfortunately, though I have sung it and recited it for my septas. I love the way men can make words turn into art. It's something I would never be able to do."