[For Edmund]
As Eddara grew more mobile, she seemed ever more mischievous and Sansa had spent half the morning chasing her up and down the path from Summerfell to Susan and Jon's home. When she had finally tired of this Sansa had taken her home where Eddara had promptly crawled into her grandfather's lap looking sleepy. Her father had not minded and Sansa had taken this moment of peace to collect the strewn toys Eddara had left in her wake. She had collected a rattle that Eddara had really outgrown (demonstrated by her love of throwing the thing away,) and found herself looking more closely for the stuffed wolf Eddara had definitely been playing with earlier.
It took her some time to spy and when she reached to grab it unknowingly she caught the hem of her dress on a low hanging branch. She stepped away triumphantly holding the now worse for wear cuddly toy, and there was a distinct sound of tearing. She looked down dismayed looking at the long gash in the pale green silk. This was one of the proper dresses the island had gifted her and though she could sew it, she'd been unreasonably pleased at owning something she hadn't had to sew herself. As upsetting as a ripped dress was, she did look up at the sound of someone on the path. One thing Sansa was now was more careful about who she ran into when on her own.
It took her some time to spy and when she reached to grab it unknowingly she caught the hem of her dress on a low hanging branch. She stepped away triumphantly holding the now worse for wear cuddly toy, and there was a distinct sound of tearing. She looked down dismayed looking at the long gash in the pale green silk. This was one of the proper dresses the island had gifted her and though she could sew it, she'd been unreasonably pleased at owning something she hadn't had to sew herself. As upsetting as a ripped dress was, she did look up at the sound of someone on the path. One thing Sansa was now was more careful about who she ran into when on her own.