there is no more fitting bird imagery for sansa stark than that of her mockingbird dress.
she choose it. she sewed the feathers and silk together with her own hands. that dress is her own and she wears it like her second skin. it is not the soft, muted lavenders and greys of king’s landing. there are no lions and dire wolves fighting at her hips in red and gold and silver.
she never choose to be a little bird, it was a cruel nickname given to her. sansa did not choose to be caged.
and it is so so so important that we recognize this as a conscious choice. mockingbirds are known for their mimicry. whoever sings the prettiest song wins. whoever sings the most convincing song lives.
some say arya is the assassin, the faceless man, but what of sansa? how many songs have we heard begin and end? we know of mercy, of arya and ary, but what of alayne stone of the eyrie? the little bird? the stark girl. sansa lannister. sansa stark, winterfell’s daughter.
sansa, the mockingbird, who will outlive them all.