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the brown - green accents are different from her warmer coloring, but begrudgingly or not, the lord commander of the sand snakes has don her fit for the targaryenβs ball: the bodice of her gown is an imitation of leaves, fabric starched and dyed to mimic the hearty woodlands she has not seen many times over her years; with a bit of volume to the hips, the gown falls flatter on the bottom, dark green silks giving way to a parting in between that displays a darker shade of pants, in the same fabric, giving her more freedom of movement without too much concern for modesty. though her arms are bare, from her elbow to the tip of her fingers there has been a mixture of paints and transparent gloves, bits of greenery glued to the second - skin giving the appearance that sheβs growing moss on her own flesh. her mask is of bark, a few compliments here and there; her hair has been tied, barely, in a braid, and upon the curls there are several wisps of florets β dandelions, baby breaths and the like, carefully tucked by her sister, whom had been oh so much more excited than herself by the prospect of such foreign extravagance.
