[sansa is in cellar door, surrounded by a lot of people with very long hair. many of them have overgrown fingernails, one of them standing next to her is trimming them with her embroidery scissors. she looks upset. they look angry. someone behind her is admiring their very large cloud of curly hair while another person holds their half-grown out box braids next to them in horror. a few people have upsetting bumps in their skin where piercings used to be. there are a lot of coughing noises as people spit out bullets, tumors, and various bodily abnormalities and remnants. a few people dig surgical pins out of their clothes. and a very angry man holding an elaborately carved and jeweled prosthetic arm is crowding into the frame with sansa.]
Hallo, Vi? I was hoping you might be able to tattoo this man's arm to match his prosthetic. I don't know what happened, exactly, but I think it was Vileblood magic. Some people seem to think it came from me...
[a woman presses closer and demands sansa 'fix' her facial piercings. sansa turns, her face a stony mask.]
I can't, I'm not a Vileblood. I'm sorry. Here...
[she digs pale bloodstone beads out of the coin purse at her belt and presses them on the woman. she turns back to vi.]
Do you know anyone who could help with earrings? It would be Vileblood magic, just moving the skin around...
[some people express skepticism that vileblood magic exists or does this. sansa snaps at them.]
Of course it is. Have you never been to the Lumenarium? Vilebloods make the best Blood Ministers, because their magic is all to do with the body. I should know, I'm a Paleblood.
[she hands out more pale bloodstone beads to some cross looking long-haired people.]
You'll have to get it cut, I don't know how to do it, I'm sorry.
[she looks at vi a bit helplessly.]
Do you know of any barbers, or people who braid hair?
[someone in the crowd calls out for a loctician. sansa doesn't know what that is, but she repeats it.]
A..loctician?
[another person hobbles forward on one high-heeled shoe, waving an elaborately decorated prosthetic leg. sansa sighs.]
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Hallo, Vi? I was hoping you might be able to tattoo this man's arm to match his prosthetic. I don't know what happened, exactly, but I think it was Vileblood magic. Some people seem to think it came from me...
[a woman presses closer and demands sansa 'fix' her facial piercings. sansa turns, her face a stony mask.]
I can't, I'm not a Vileblood. I'm sorry. Here...
[she digs pale bloodstone beads out of the coin purse at her belt and presses them on the woman. she turns back to vi.]
Do you know anyone who could help with earrings? It would be Vileblood magic, just moving the skin around...
[some people express skepticism that vileblood magic exists or does this. sansa snaps at them.]
Of course it is. Have you never been to the Lumenarium? Vilebloods make the best Blood Ministers, because their magic is all to do with the body. I should know, I'm a Paleblood.
[she hands out more pale bloodstone beads to some cross looking long-haired people.]
You'll have to get it cut, I don't know how to do it, I'm sorry.
[she looks at vi a bit helplessly.]
Do you know of any barbers, or people who braid hair?
[someone in the crowd calls out for a loctician. sansa doesn't know what that is, but she repeats it.]
A..loctician?
[another person hobbles forward on one high-heeled shoe, waving an elaborately decorated prosthetic leg. sansa sighs.]
I'm sorry. I promise I can pay you for your time.