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[sansa_stark]

A young girl sits at a table near the fireplace, in a light blue dress with white lace. A cup, apple, and notebook rest on the table. Though she has slippers nearby, her feet are bare. This is so Sansa can look at her painted toenails and grin

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[cywyllog]

A little face peers around the side of her chair. Sansa looks like she belongs in his world and she has such pretty hair!

"Hello." He ventures.

[sansa_stark]

Surprised blink. She bends down slightly to speak to the child.

"Oh, why, hello little one." She speaks kindly, though there's a quick glance around for anyone who appears to be affiliated with the boy.

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is not far behind, an identical boy holding her hand. She gives Sansa a soft smile.

"Hello, Sansa. I see you have met one of my little ones. They do get away from me now and then."

[sansa_stark]

"Hello, lady Cywyllog!" A quick curtsey from the girl - truthfully, a sloppy one, because she still keeps in her half crouched position to keep closer to the child.

"Baby Bran did the same thing," she replies, smiling. "And who are you, darling?" she asks of the child.

[mortisbelle]

"Hello." Oh, look, its the girl from the slumber party, the one that tells very creepy stories...

[sansa_stark]

"Hello!" Sansa greets. She gets up and curtseys. "Sansa Stark, my lady - regretfully, I did not introduce myself at that wonderful party."

[mortisbelle]

Oh, it is a surprise, a nice one... someone with proper manners. Serena curtsies in return, smiling. "I am Serena... it is a pleasure to properly meet you, Sansa."

[sansa_stark]

Sansa's smile changes from politeness to pleasure at the sight of a proper curtsey. It's been so long!

"Serena - what a lovely name. Oh, I did so love that party! My toes are still sparkly!" She stops that burst of childish enthusiasm with a more mature, "Please, will you sit?" and a gesture to the chair opposite Sansa.

[mmquitecontrary]

Sansa knows Mary!

Mary knows Sansa, too. But the brightly colorful toenails are new. Hence: staring.

[sansa_stark]

"My toenails were painted!" Sansa exclaims/explains happily. She adds, "Lovely to see you, Mary!" a moment later.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary has in fact noticed this.

"Why?" she asks. Genuinely puzzled. (As to the first.)

[sansa_stark]

Sansa was never entirely sure of the answer to that question.

"Because they look pretty!" There's such a bright energy to Sansa's voice, her eyes, her face. She's much more animated than usual. "Please sit, Mary, if you wish," gesture to chair. "Or you may stand and watch my toes sparkle," gesture to wiggling toes.

It's sparkley metallic silver. They sure do sparkle.