𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞-𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟

          wylla  smiles  fondly  at  the  lady  stark  ,  doing  their  best  to  pay  attention  though  their  thoughts  lie  elsewhere  .  they  miss  white  harbor  dearly  and  the  overwhelming  smells  of  highgarden  throw  them  for  a  loop  .   ❝   you  look  beautiful  ,  my  lady  ,  and  very  comfortable  .   ❞   they  respond  with  a  grin  .  while  wylla  no  longer  wears  fur  ,  their  darker  attire  still  clings  to  them  as  if  they’ve  never  heard  of  a  dress  .   ❝   are  you  having  fun  ?   ❞

“What a great pity,” Nick shook his head softly whilst grinning warmly.  “To be covered in a pile of heavy furs and lumps of  thick wool. Might be quite cozy but that’s what good beds, quilts, matresses and thick blankets are for. To cuddle and sleep in but not to be misshapenly hung upon such a beautifully sculpted figure and deny the world and yourself the pleasure of waltzing around showing your true beauty. You look exquisite, my lady,” Nick bowed gallantly before taking the brunette’s hand and laying a very fleeting peck on her fingers. “It’s fortunate that you now have a chance to finally wear something that adds to your charm.”

“ it is beautiful although I can imagine impractical in such situation. “ vysemera acquiesced, a brief incline of the head following as if the response hadn’t been spoken audibly; softly echos of other exchanged compliments when it came to the garments worn to the wedding for vyse was merely so used to ruining the finery instead of appreciating the shades utilized ( for sometimes even a dress could be weaponized ) or designers. “ how long do you think one would last in light finery such as that in the north? should we have someone carry the task? “

“Ah, if it isn’t my beautiful little sister,” he said, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he leaned against a nearby wall. “I’d hate to say it but I’m really starting to think you don’t mean what you’re saying” he said, not exactly hurt by it - he had seen worse in his time away from the Starks and his little half-sister, though it did sting slightly.

“i have to admit that i have always been curious to know how northerns dress in the north, if you’ll excuse the repetition”. her comment accompanied by a short chuckle. janei hadn’t seen the north, being nearer to it than highgarden, but had heard stories and studied as every good lady. “but, of course, it is necessary to wear such light dresses here. surely if we wore layers on layers, we wouldn’t live to tell the tale.” casterly rock was not as warm as highgarden, but the north definitely had the edge on cold. “are you having a grand time in highgarden, my lady?”