Eddara had not seemed particularly upset at the loss of her uncle. Until the first time she had seen Rickon trailing about asking for his father plaintively. Since then Eddara had started trailing Caspian everywhere he went whenever she could. She'd also stopped called Rickon Ick, which Sansa could only be relieved at because Rickon did not need ( Read more... )

Sansa is watching Eddara play peacefully when she hears the howl. Eddara looks up from her game of dolls and peeps out of the front door just as Lady answers in a mournful tone. Then the pups join in and Eddara clamps her hands over her ears instead of mimicking the wolves. "Eddara come here," Sansa said, worry flooding her and though Eddara shakes ( Read more... )

Last year Sansa had thought that a pony was a bit much of a present for a child Eddara's age even though Eddara had been thrilled enough to be on her best behaviour of days because of it. But this year she would have given much for something as practical as a pony. The little purple jeep - something could only identify from the name on the box - ( Read more... )

The first time they had decorated the house, it had been fun. Sansa and Caspian had taken Eddara out in the snow and when she had finally had enough of throwing snow around (but not at anyone after a firm talking too,) they had all gathered decorations and lights at her discretion ( Read more... )

It was growing late by the time Eddara was persuaded into a bath and then into a clean nightgown. Eddara was humming to herself and kicking her little feet as Sansa brushed her hair and tied it back with a ribbon. "Who do you want to read you your story," Sansa asked Eddara holding her close. She'd grown so much and seemed to be bigger everyday. ( Read more... )

Eddara knew she wasn't allowed to play with the puppies. Mama had said it and Dada had said it and Lady had once even nosed her away from them. But when a puppy snuck out of the house while Eddara was playing drums in the garden - it couldn't be naughty to follow. She toddled after the small direwolf. "Woof," she shouted. "Wolfy!" This had no ( Read more... )

Sansa followed Eddara at a weary pace, after shrieking for an hour that she wanted Rillian the only thing that could calm her was to be given the drum and being allowed to make as much noise as she wanted. The unhappy toddler was marching around the house beating the drum and pouting as much as she could manage every now and then stopping to check ( Read more... )

Sansa had not dealt well with the combination of heat and mother's stomach and then she had been so ill that she doubted it was mother's stomach and then thankfully the snow had came and thought she did not feel much improved yet, she could still be relieved at the lack of heat. And even if she wanted to stay in bed still (which she did,) she was ( Read more... )

Sansa knows that this is a discussion that she should have had some time ago. It makes her feel guilty and cross that she hasn't and yet she doesn't feel she has anything to be guilty about. Eddara is not helping her feel comfortable as she squirms in her arms wanting to be down. "Stop it sweetling," Sansa mutters. "You can be down when we get to ( Read more... )

Sansa had a single glass of champagne to celebrate the news (and quite a lot of a bubbly drink with Susan which had no alcohol.) But she still feels giddy. Caspian had walked her home and she really had not wanted to say good night. She was likely enough the first one home, no-one else had reasons to leave the party early. But even though Sansa ( Read more... )