Robb was speaking with his lady mother, talking with her on some matter that Theon could care less for at the moment. He was far too mesmerized by the quick, methodical movements that the eldest Stark girl held within her hands. Nimble and delicate.
“How do you focus intently on such a boring task?” The words surprised even the Greyjoy, for he had not meant to speak them aloud. It was too late though for him to take them back, he tried instead to cover with a poor compliment. “It’s very pretty.”
Septa Mordane rather misliked when her charges mingled, girls and boys both distracted from their lessons by the childish imperative of socializing. Stark’s eldest daughter took such disapproval to heart, pointedly abstaining when others might dare to try the woman’s patience, sneaking off for treats or to watch the young men spar. Yet not even fear of hissed censure could force the girl into uncouth silence, no matter that Theon truly oughtn’t be there at all.
“These stitches prove themselves more challenging than you might believe,” Sansa assured him mildly, eyes still fixed upon her work. Though now her wolf wore discarded ribbons about its collar once meant for her hair, she meant for Lady to bear far more dignified trappings by the time King Robert came to call. Along a festive length of peach cloth she had already sewn several stars in thread-of-gold, whilst many remained before Sansa might progress to another pattern. “Though not so difficult as archery,” she conceding, looking up long enough to grace him with a smile, “of course.”
should an exclusive partner go inactive for 1+ month, then i will become tentatively open to interactions with duplicates. when/if they return then exclusivity may resume.
