Melania York
Melania laughed, rather loudly in her opinion, as Arya patted her on the shoulder. She followed her down the hallway of the train, stilll tensed, expecting to be shoved into a wall at any point. Once they made it into the bathrooms, however, that changed. Melania instantly felt safer, as bathrooms were where she could not worry about being overlooked, or ran into. Shortness did have its fair share of problems.
Melania strode over to the mirror, and, while fixing her hair, she slipped her shoes off, and carried them into a stall to change, letting Arya have her privacy, though Melania doubted she needed any. She threw off her sweatshirt, took off her t-shirt and jeans, and changed into a black t-shirt and her skirt, which she rolled up once to keep the hem from scratching her knees, and threw on her robe. She grabbed a pair of socks from her robe pocket and put them on. She walked out of the stall and slipped on her shoes, as flip flops would not be accepted. She stopped in front of the mirror, glancing at it long enough to throw her hair up into a high ponytail, as she liked feeling her hair fly around on the back of her head. She turned away towards Arya and said, "Well, I see that you're ready. Want to head back to the compartment?"
Melania laughed, rather loudly in her opinion, as Arya patted her on the shoulder. She followed her down the hallway of the train, stilll tensed, expecting to be shoved into a wall at any point. Once they made it into the bathrooms, however, that changed. Melania instantly felt safer, as bathrooms were where she could not worry about being overlooked, or ran into. Shortness did have its fair share of problems.
Melania strode over to the mirror, and, while fixing her hair, she slipped her shoes off, and carried them into a stall to change, letting Arya have her privacy, though Melania doubted she needed any. She threw off her sweatshirt, took off her t-shirt and jeans, and changed into a black t-shirt and her skirt, which she rolled up once to keep the hem from scratching her knees, and threw on her robe. She grabbed a pair of socks from her robe pocket and put them on. She walked out of the stall and slipped on her shoes, as flip flops would not be accepted. She stopped in front of the mirror, glancing at it long enough to throw her hair up into a high ponytail, as she liked feeling her hair fly around on the back of her head. She turned away towards Arya and said, "Well, I see that you're ready. Want to head back to the compartment?"