#incorvaia

the roads had grown worse as their traveling party progressed further north, which resulted in a conundrum:   celia was certainly not going to ride the entire way to winterfell, but the few pastimes which fit inside the wheel house were becoming increasingly difficult to engage in. a fact emphasized at that very moment as the jolt from a hole in the road caused her embroidery needle to stab her thumb while weaving through the fabric.   “ shit! ”   an instinctive reaction, followed quickly by placing the pricked thumb into her mouth, though celia still glanced through lowered lashes at her older sister, hoping   ( most likely in vain )   that vevienne had not registered her curse  ﹔  the other had excelled at pointing out unseemly behavior throughout their childhood, and grown still more adept at doing so as the years passed.  

in an effort to avoid a lecture and deciding to accept the injury as the sign from the old gods that it certainly was, celia set aside her needlework, turning instead to gaze out of paned glass windows at the passing countryside   —   only to see exactly the same surroundings as the last time she looked. celia let out a deep sigh, sinking into her seat and facing her sister again.   “ do you think we will arrive soon? ”