winteralis:

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   ❝well, if good weather is what you’re wanting, then of course — that’s what we’ll do.❞ a warm smile spreads from her heart to the corners of her lips as they move. a wonderful thing it is to see a girl amongst hope, dreams & all those in between; a warm heart & warm eyes, a bright grin & an unstoppable voice box — that is sansa stark. 

    _{while, lyanna differed. while sansa would sit amongst regal women & pretty little girls, lyanna would have much preferred to duel with her elder brothers. while sansa would much rather remain within the warm atmosphere & continue her stitching, lyanna would be found riding against furious snowflakes. & while sansa would pick carrots & such for the stew, lyanna would have much preferred to grow them — get her hands dirty & watch them flourish. crossing her arms like so as they walk, she allows the little lady’s babbling to just pass her ears; the almost silent aura around them, accompanied by the adorable chatter sansa would sport.}

    _{❝yes, yes. i’m certain robb’ll have some game — this is robb, we are speaking of!❞ a pause, as she cocks her head to meet her niece’s eyes. ❝am i right, little sansa? — of course, of course!❞ it is then that she pushes the glass door open, allowing the two of them to step into a sudden, murky atmosphere; sweltering & passionate like fiery coals, a smile is maintains. ❝so! am i right in thinking that carrots would be best for our stew, little sansa?❞}

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                 She wants a lot of things in life,
        for the world has yet to teach her not
        to ask for them. The world has yet to
        tell her no in this respect, has yet to
        rip the feathered hope that blossoms
        in her chest every time Old Nan shares
        stories of dragons and k n i g h t s and
        knights on dragons. The world is kind,
        gentle, ｒｏｓｅ ｃｏｌｏｒｅｄ and
        free of all things ugly, tattered and
        b r u i s e d .

                  The world is beautiful and Sansa
        l o v e s  beautiful things. 

                  Carmine locks braided elaborately
        for Northern weather is tossed over her
        shoulder as she walks. Her slender fingers
        carefully hold up the ends of her skirt lest
        the hems are muddied in their trek towards
        the garden. She offers polite   b o w s   and
        smiles to passing servants and men at arms.
        They are a ｓｉｇｈｔ to see, two contrasting
        beauties that seem to glide towards the gardens.

                  “But Theon is far more adept at the bow.
        He might bring the w i n n i n g game tonight if
       Robb’s not careful. I do so hope R o b b will
       though, he always goes for the big kills and
       deer with some carrots sound lovely." 

                  Already her mind is elsewhere as she
       slips from her aunt’s arm to walk the rows of
       growing vegetables ready to be harvested.
       ”Baby carrots. Rickon likes those if you mush
       them up. Maybe some potatoes– it’s a pity we
       can’t harvest any lemons yet. Mother says it’s
       not time but we haven’t had lemoncakes for
       weeks now, haven’t we?“

                  As she kneels down, gloves brushing
      aside dirt to reveal the orange tops, she seems
      to ｌａｍｅｎｔ the lack of lemons, a small frown
      marring her features. Sweet girl, don’t you know
      it’ll give you wrinkles?