Kingslanding
Hot rocks dig into the bottom of her bare feet as she struggle to see into the steaming stream. Squinting her eyes, she begin to focus as a shape forms in the dark water. Stepping back, she let's out a loud gasp. Suddenly, something cool touched her hand, and she is springs forward "That dream again...?" Turning her head to face the source of the voice, Lillian O'Connel let's out a small scoff. Ignoring the comment, she instead turns her attention to a small snow white fox waiting expectantly at the foot of her bed, " Hello, Sacha." Petting the fox affectionately, Lillian tunes out the sounds of her nurse maid scurrying around and thinks back to her dream. It has never felt so real..."Come again, dear?" Realizing she had spoken her thought out loud, Lillian shakes her head "Never mind. Where is it I am to be going today?" The dream, and it's contents forgotten, Lillian stood from her bed. Raising her arms, she allowed the nurse maid to pull the rumbled cotton from her soaked body before following her to another part of the chambers where a bath awaited. Sinking into the steaming water, she allowed the heat to comfort her and the nurse maid for to work combing the knots from her fiery head.
Slipping a gold ring in the shape of a fox's head onto her slim index finger, Lillian sighed. Behind her, the nurse maid made the final touches on Lillian's blazing braid before placing her rounded hands on her plump hips, "Is that not lovely, my lady? The Godwin colors suite you well." A deep maroon gown flowed over the shapely body of Scarlett, hugging at her blooming chest and slimmed waist. The sleeves gripped her upper arms before puffing out just before reaching her small wrist. Golden ribbons were tied at her collar and just below to curve of her arm, while a deep red was woven just below her breast. Gold flats engulfed her petite feet, hidden under the long gown. Touching the crest of the Godwin House, a gift from her betrothed, that rested between her bosom, she smiled. "I think you're right. How about you, Sacha?" Glancing down to her small pet that rested at her feet, Scarlett shook her head at her small growl/snort, before the fox trotted off...obviously unimpressed.
Looking to her nurse maid, the two laughed, before Lillain stood gathering her gown in her hands. Today there was to be a great duel in honer of Kings Godwin's son name day. As his lady, Lillian's presence was expected. A knock sounded at the chamber door, and Lillian all but scurried to open it. Behind her the nurse maid chaste her on the ways of a lady, but she paid no mind. Taking the hand of her beloved, Lillian walked with her head high. Dreams be damned, she was the daughter of the fox and soon to be queen of the lion.
Lillian's hair only red:http://img.ehowcdn.com/article-new/ehow/images/a04/nf/nm/do-medieval-hairstyles-800x800.jpg
Lillian's gown: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=57398792
Winterfell
(OOC: I want the first person to post in Winterfell to be Claridge, so I will just be laying out the setting.)
The warm air of summer has long ago faded to the crisp breeze of fall. Leaves have started their change, and shallow creeks lie frozen over. Food in Winterfell has become scarce, and water is now a further journey to take. Despite the hardships and threat of death that would deter even the strongest of Godwin's men...The Order of the Direwolf stands strong, as do the people of the small village. The harsh winters have become apart of them. They live with the understanding that there are always dark periods in each of our lives, and even if things are good now , we must always be ready for a dark period when events turn against us.
The Order of the Direwolf remains strong and vigilant in their goal. They train every hour the sun gives them, and sometimes longer than that. Their bodies may ache, and their hunger cries out...but their pain makes them stronger. To King Godwin...Winter is coming