Chapter 7 - Sara Snow

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Sara Snow

As quiet as a mouse she checked the traps she and her brother had laid in the Wolfswood. Usually he would come with her, but since he had wed and become lord of Winterfell in truth he had been spent most of his time either holed up in the castle or voyaging the North.


The snow was falling gently around her and laughter resounded around her, the hissing laughter of the ice melting at the pale sun and falling into pools beneath her feet. Autumn had settled in nicely around Winterfell and all the North was cloaked in snow and ice. She had always loved snow, even as a little girl, and when she had been young enough her and Cregan would often play fortress and snowballs under the dim light of the pale winter sun.


After checking the last trap she stood up and dusted her skirts, then she took off her gloves and hooked them at her waist, from her belt she retrieved her shawm, with a smile she fit her hands over the holes and brought it to her lips, her breath becoming pale mist around the instrument before she softly blew in it an allegra melody as she started dancing and jumping around the snow.


Sara had always loved to play in the snow, to play any kind of instrument that lady Stark decided befitted her — usually lesser instruments, pauper instruments — and to dance. She had learned to help Cregan with his steps, also the dances of the courts and the dances of the festivals; she had even dragged Cregan to one, once.


Lady Stark had been furious, but her lord father had defended them, though he had asked her to never again bring her little brother with her without an escort of guards as he was the only heir to Winterfell especially after the death of her youngest trueborn brother.


She danced her way back to Winterfell's Godswood and the courtyard, smiling at the children that started to follow her and dance along when she walked through Winter town.


Her mother had been beloved by the people of Winter town as a woman of healing, it had been that way that she had met lord Rickon Stark, when they had been barely adults and had fallen in love.


For a time, before lady Stark had caught whisp of it, the people had called her the lady of Winter Town. Sara had been young and proud of her ancestry and of her mother, why did Cregan's mother felt entitled solely on the title of lady Stark? Didn't her mother deserve something out of love as well?


But there can never be two ladies under the same banner, her mother had never looked angry at being robbed of what little title she had been given by the people, and had told her not to be angry at lady Stark as well. Sara had never managed, especially not when she had walked in the snow barefoot in the middle of the night to Winterfell in search of a Maester when her mother fell ill.


She had been brought to lord Stark immediately. He had, had the Maester tend at her feet, despite her clamoring for her mother and when finally lord Stark had rode out to Winter Town and to her mother she had been left alone with lady Stark who had lost her second son and last child only a couple of moons prior.


Your mother is a woman of healing, she had told her almost cruelly, why didn't she teach you how to heal her?

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