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Aug. 26th, 2015 02:38 amShe wasn't going to be able to keep the house. That much, Sansa already knew for a fact. With her and Arya's money pooled, it was affordable while still letting them stay afloat otherwise, with enough left over for food and any other necessities. On her own, though, there was just no way, and though she'd thought about taking on another form of income, it wouldn't do that much for her with school starting soon. Besides, it would probably draw attention to the fact that she was all of sixteen and living on her own, and that was the last thing she needed. She had trouble enough as it was. Granted, she also had people who would likely get her out of any more that arose, but she didn't want to rely on that. Once again, she was on her own here, and expecting otherwise was likely to get her in trouble. That was, of course, what had just happened with her sister.
Just the fact that this shopping trip was one they'd meant to take together made it harder for her than it otherwise would have been. Of course, Arya would likely have complained the whole time, if she were here, and proven to be nothing short of exasperating while offering no good advice whatsoever, but it would have been preferable to this, wandering around somewhat aimlessly, aware that she could afford very little. With school starting so soon, though, she still wanted to have at least a few new pieces of clothing. It was bound to be noticeable otherwise.
Walking by a rack of clothing with a slight frown, Sansa skimmed her fingertips along the edges of them, the hangers rattling a little as she did so. Nearly two years here, and though she could blend in well enough, she still didn't know what to look for, or even what she liked, not least because what was "in" seemed to change fairly frequently. It was much simpler at home, having clothing made for her or making it herself, knowing precisely what to do. This was still a new world, and one she was just learning about.
Just the fact that this shopping trip was one they'd meant to take together made it harder for her than it otherwise would have been. Of course, Arya would likely have complained the whole time, if she were here, and proven to be nothing short of exasperating while offering no good advice whatsoever, but it would have been preferable to this, wandering around somewhat aimlessly, aware that she could afford very little. With school starting so soon, though, she still wanted to have at least a few new pieces of clothing. It was bound to be noticeable otherwise.
Walking by a rack of clothing with a slight frown, Sansa skimmed her fingertips along the edges of them, the hangers rattling a little as she did so. Nearly two years here, and though she could blend in well enough, she still didn't know what to look for, or even what she liked, not least because what was "in" seemed to change fairly frequently. It was much simpler at home, having clothing made for her or making it herself, knowing precisely what to do. This was still a new world, and one she was just learning about.
