What little Sansa knows of magic comes from grand tales and fanciful songs. Before Schwanheim, she had not thought such things real, not since she was a young and wide-eyed innocent.
If magic can be real, can the rest of the songs? --But no. If magic is real it must be as harsh and cruel as the rest of the world.
"Where I am from, in the land of Westeros," she says, and her words are measured, careful, each tidbit of knowledge carefully thought-out before she eases them past her guard, "we have a Wall that marks the northernmost reaches of our Kingdoms. It rises near a thousand feet into the sky and stretches from the eastern shores to the west. They say it was fashioned with magic thousands of years ago."
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If magic can be real, can the rest of the songs? --But no. If magic is real it must be as harsh and cruel as the rest of the world.
"Where I am from, in the land of Westeros," she says, and her words are measured, careful, each tidbit of knowledge carefully thought-out before she eases them past her guard, "we have a Wall that marks the northernmost reaches of our Kingdoms. It rises near a thousand feet into the sky and stretches from the eastern shores to the west. They say it was fashioned with magic thousands of years ago."