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Taking the woman’s arm in her own, she smiled gently at her. She could read the underling of words that Tyyne would like to talk to her in private. The topic that she had brought up was delicate in all matters. If anyone had found out that she had come to this land in search of her for a certain item they both would perish.
“I would love that. I do think my southern dresses are still a little too thick for the weather here”
- You would do well to use those dresses, for winter shall soon close upon the Southron hold as well, my lady. - A wicked grin as the Stark, old friend, lover was lead to the wagon and helped by some men.
The lady of hold sat afront Sansa, a tilt of head towards the window as they passed between tops kissing clouds. The road was akin to gliding, smooth, straight, as all were in Valyria. Cleaned pristine, for the trade-post, most prominent between East and West, could not afford a carriage ruined during their trek. - I’ve heard the years held excitement a plenty. - This time, the statement cold, a hidden grief burried under it.
