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Isabella had to stifle a laugh as she saw how both at once how eager the girl was, and how inept. She held the wooden stick so firmly in her hands it was as if she thought it would try and run away, her feet were flat at the end of straight, knee locked legs. Isabella had never taught anyone before, but she figured the best thing to do was lead by example.
She spread her legs winder, till they were just slightly further distance apart than her shoulders, she then lowered her body just the slightest, bit, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet, her legs tense and ready to spring at the slightest warning. Her stick fell behind her back, partially obscured by the veils of cloth that clung to her dancers frame. She motioned at her own body with her free hand, then motioned at the girls, trying to indicate that she should emulate her pose.

"The wise man can play the fool, but the fool can not play the wise man..." Julia said, dropping what she was doing and sauntering up to Ramas. A lesser man would have thought her flirtatious, Ramas had seen the destruction Isabella could cause with a seductive look, and knew better than to be fooled by the womans charms, "I am no fool," She told him. "I will be very useful, in fact, may very well rely on me."
She turned on her heel suddenly and strode back over to her dresser, where she began again the task of looking for something to wear, "Now, What are the colours of his people, do you know?" She said, her tone suddenly cordial and pleasant "I wish to make impression."
Ramas sighed, there would be no dissuading this woman, and he supposed there was no harm to him in at least assisting her plans to seduce the King, "The Modran Royalty once prided themselves on their lavish dress and expensive jewellery, however, since the Emerald Rebellion, King Decimus has adopted a much more... Humble, approach to fashion in the Modran nobility. Simple garbs of tasteful yet reserved design are the usual and King Decimus will often appear to the masses and his lords in attire of vastly lower prominence than one would expect of his station. The Modran Royal House colours are Emerald green and black, though furs are commonplace in much of North Modra and the capital to accommodate the cold climates of the mountains."
Despite his barbarian-esque physique, Ramas actually had a great interest in the cultures and customs of various nations, and his exceptional memory allowed him to recall these facets of a nations identity with relative ease. He had set off from his Island home to see the world, and that was exactly what he had done.
"I trust that is sufficient, Lady Stark?"