Inspired by Amautiit
Thinking about Old Nan the senior most old mother at Winterfell once Brandon's betrothal to Catelyn Tully is announced without an prompting from Lord Rickard or anybody really starts collecting furs etc she thinks would go well with red hair and blue yes, inquiring to know if she's a tall girl or short like (scrappy scamp he was) Rodrik's little girl Lyarra. Going through the patterns in the library to see if they have Arya Flint's pattern, she was a longshanks that one bit spare in the bosom though, deciding to wait til after the wedding so the young Southron bride has a chance for some input. Who knows what charms for luck and protection Riverlanders might have or if she'd want tassels or some such with colors that reminder her of her swift rivers and great fields of green. Won't be long now she's at good at age for surviving childbed. The war happens, poor Rickard, poor wild Brandon and wild Lyanna. Catelyn is quiet little Ned's bride now with a little one of his own Robb. No, time to waste with the little one already here. The other mothers of the keep are of course aware of Old Nan's plans and lend some helping hands and their much younger eyes to the process as well as explanations and demonstrations. Catelyn is overcome with emotion at this inclusion and welcoming into the Northern ways of motherhood. When Robb outgrows a mother's furs she's a little sad but proud her boy is growing so well. Sansa is her first babe in Winterfell and first babe to spend the entirely of their first 2 years experiencing a mother's furs.
