"She was fierce, she was strong, she wasn't simple. She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws and that was ok. And when she was down, she got right back up. She was a beast in her own way, but one i...
"Fine work has always well done" complimented Septa Mordane, crouching next to Sansa, as she continues explaining the way she has been impressed by her work.
Elyarra, stood far from that room, as she had no interest in stitching, whatsoever. She'd rather get stabbed by a sword or dagger, even a knife, rather than get pricked by a needle, or worst, get scolded by the Septa. And even though she prefers to dress as a warrior, than a lady, seeing as she is far away from one, does not mean she cannot be seen without a dress, that might have been made, just the way she likes. In a dark color, or in shades of either blue or grey, with minute designs of wolves or roses. Might sound lady like, but it's nothing but to show the love she has for her house. And she knows her Lady Mother does not approve the way, she presents herself, but She knows better than to say otherwise. The daughter, herself cannot bring herself to act in such revolting ways just to satisfy her own wishes, where her mother might get hurt, so if being in a dress, and acting like a lady for once in a while, is what it takes, then she would just do that. This is how she started to enjoy the dresses she owns, but not stitching, seeing her sister was more than capable and an expert in that area. Even if she is not an artist, doesn't mean she can't praise and cherish a piece of art when she sees one.
The Eldest, couldn't help but notice the state her youngest sister was in. Arya who was glaring at their other sister. While Sansa was probably having the time of her day, Arya, unlike the former, but quite just like herself, wasn't that fond of stitching either. Elyarra chuckled lowly, and while others in the room were busy in their work, the younger girl didn't miss the sound, for her attention was anywhere but in what she was supposed to do.
Thinking of the best way to end her sister's misery, she signalled her outside, where their brothers had gathered, as she could hear their laughter and decided to join them to find what was so funny, but not before collecting their sister.
After reaching the training grounds, Elyarra went to her brothers, but Arya went back, the former, knowing where and why. Standing beside her youngest brother, Rickon, she looked towards where her other three brothers stood. Bran, the second youngest, trying to hit the mark, but failing to do so. The arrow went past the mark, when she reached at first. Robb and Jon, laughed, like they had never seen anything much funnier than their younger brother failing in archery, before. Even Rickon let out fit of giggles.
