@bastarhd . winterfell , mid-day , flashback .
as a child she grew up hearing stories of the north — brutal winters that were the forefront of the minds of the people, even through the long summers — but she’d never truly seen it for herself. she expected, or perhaps hoped is a better word, that it might be beautiful. though she never expected to end up north, an alliance between the reach and the north unlikely, she finds herself traveling. there is a want, an ache, to see the world before she belongs to someone else. her father is, perhaps, more lenient with her than he should be and for that she is grateful.
though the summer sun shines brightly in the reach, setting auburn hair alight, the closer that her entourage creeps to the wall, the less it seems to reflect on her. the color seems to deepen with the clouds overhead, ever present except for rare moments when she is allowed to breathe again. perhaps this is a good strengthening exercise, a test for herself as she creeps closer and closer towards an unknown marriage. she would not always have the beauty of the reach around her, to light her, so she must find light in other places.
in winterfell, light comes in the form of a small white pup running circles around her heels in the gardens — or what could be interpreted as gardens, she supposed. there was not much in the way of flora or fauna here. laughter spills out of her at the little bundle of fur, crouching down to meet it. “ hello there. ” she offers a hand out to the little beast. “ has your owner lost you, then, little one? ”
