(She is likely known at this point for her long, flowing, richly colored dresses, but Sansa arrives in something quite different this time. There is a short, light sword sheathed at her hip and she is wearing leather gauntlets to protect her arms. Additionally, her hair is gathered into a braided bun. She is not here to simply oversee - she is here to fight and to learn what she can from others.)
Don't be frightened. The quicker you learn to defend yourself, the better.
Physical Training
(Any training is good. Sansa can be found sparring against the dummies, throwing punches and kicks that she has been learning in her temple. Her expression is solemn and focused; she isn't afraid of tiring herself or potentially getting hurt. While she may never be as good as Arya or her brothers, she can still put her best foot forward.
...until one of the dummies swings and knocks her completely off balance. The fierce maiden suddenly seems more like a damsel in distress again. But it's only for a moment.
Or two. The wind really has been knocked out of her.)
Rest and Refreshment
(No matter her ambitions, her body tires eventually and she seeks refreshment, drinking water thirstily. She belatedly realizes how shameless she is being and flushes nearly as red as her hair. Perhaps this is why soldiers never seem to care much about manners.)
Sansa Stark | Dali
(She is likely known at this point for her long, flowing, richly colored dresses, but Sansa arrives in something quite different this time. There is a short, light sword sheathed at her hip and she is wearing leather gauntlets to protect her arms. Additionally, her hair is gathered into a braided bun. She is not here to simply oversee - she is here to fight and to learn what she can from others.)
Don't be frightened. The quicker you learn to defend yourself, the better.
Physical Training
(Any training is good. Sansa can be found sparring against the dummies, throwing punches and kicks that she has been learning in her temple. Her expression is solemn and focused; she isn't afraid of tiring herself or potentially getting hurt. While she may never be as good as Arya or her brothers, she can still put her best foot forward.
...until one of the dummies swings and knocks her completely off balance. The fierce maiden suddenly seems more like a damsel in distress again. But it's only for a moment.
Or two. The wind really has been knocked out of her.)
Rest and Refreshment
(No matter her ambitions, her body tires eventually and she seeks refreshment, drinking water thirstily. She belatedly realizes how shameless she is being and flushes nearly as red as her hair. Perhaps this is why soldiers never seem to care much about manners.)