[color=magenta]Manasa Stark[/color]

The young woman thought back to the day she'd been told they were leaving for King's Landing; she had been alone in the Godswood with her companions, sitting high in the branches of the Weirwood tree in all it's ominous glory. Few found the tree as welcoming as the odd daughter of the Starks, and never did anyone sit high in her branches as Manasa did on a regular basis. She had worn her cloak, red and dark, the fabric matching the shade of the leaves of the ancient god tree that her faith followed and spoke to in times of need. They thought of the Old Gods before the New; before Ra'llor had come to show himself in Westeros; before even man had come to these lands the Old Gods had watched over the Children who were here before. She sat with her back against the trunk of the tree, looking back into the past of this place before the Andals had invaded and begun their great slaughter of the Children. The sound of feet in the leaves and the rustling of branches had woken her from her Green Sleep and her brother had come to tell her the news; the twins were going to King's Landing to make nice with the other lords children. She had wanted to refuse; they did not have a Godswood there, or a place she could allow herself rest from them. 

She slept the vast majority of their journey she had ridden the back of her large female direwolf, the animal guiding the way behind her brother's horse and brushing coats with Winter as they moved. Manasa had been in a trance, listening and watching through her direwolves senses until they had reached the capitol and had passed through the gates. She opened her eyes to see the peasants around them watching the wolves apprehensively and quickly skirting out of the way. [color=magenta]"Brother; there is a place I must visit before I go inside."[/color] She said to her brother quietly before the direwolf followed her mental command and the two females turned the corner with a linx in tow. They found the child alone in an alleyway where Manasa, dressed in all her red and black, fur and glory. [color=magenta]"Child; I cannot say what it is you will be but I must say now; go North to the Wall. The Night's Watch will need you in the years to come."[/color] Why that child specifically, she would never be able to tell. It was an impression and a face, given to her by the Greensight she was born with. 

Turning back around they made their way to the red Keep, arriving shortly after her twin brother just as their carriage of luggage had arrived. They would be here for possibly the next several years and they had little they would need so where the others would have had trunks of dresses and armor, Manasa herself owned only a single trunk of clothing. She would make her own if the need arose, or hire a tailor to create a new dress for a feast. [color=magenta]"Manasa Stark."[/color] She said to the guard though the man recognized her features as those nearly exactly like her twins, if not more feminine and refined than her slightly older brothers. He had gone above, into a tower where the common room of the wards was. The young woman slid off of the small horse sized animal and stepped forward to follow the servant. It was a fair amount of stairs, but nothing that she wasn't used to though the weight of her dress was slightly more than that of the average lady though she was born in the frozen reaches of the North. 

Upstairs the young lady walked into the room to be greeted by no one but her twin brother and she smiled at him, her deep green eyes reflecting that happiness though they both knew that neither of them would enjoy being here. It was like their great great grandfather Eddard Stark, here for duty while our heart rested in the snow. [color=magenta]"Morgan; there was a child. He had such a difficult future."[/color] The girl walked over to the small couch where he was sitting, his direwolf by his feet and pulled off the cloak from around her shoulders to lay it across the back of the plush seating before sitting next to him as if the two of them were only two halve of a single whole. For a long time when they were younger they had never left one another's side, even in the bathe or when taking lessons and in turn he had learned what difficulty needlework was and she had begun her first lessons with a sword. Now, where he wore their family greys and blacks, Manasa wore shades of red and black that made her dark green eyes look all the darker. 

With the arrival of one ward after another she had not heard any of them speak until one walked right up to them with a wary glance at the two wolves laying in front of them and spoke, frank and deliberate. [color=magenta]"Yes."[/color] Her answer was short and blunt, answering the both of her questions with a single word answer that would bring understanding to all who were not idiots. After the blonde was looked upon by the distant and unfriendly Warg, when another walked in; he was a Baratheon clearly. After him was another girl, orange of hair and small, clearly an Arryn. She was rude when she spoke though and, sensing her agitation, both Winter and Echo lifted off the floor to snarl silently at the smaller girl. Dragons were dangerous most outside of the walls, for they were too large for the areas man traversed, but inside the wolves were the danger to them and neither would stand for the anger of their warg to go unsated. Her message was the snarling of the powerful wolves, and the stare of the linx that sat upon the back of the small couch. Manasa stared for a moment at Alyssa, watching her before returning her gaze to her brother and smiling while the two wolves settled back down on the floor. 

[color=magenta]"Perhaps the capitol was not such a good idea Brother. Remember what happened to Sansa?"[/color] Her voice was but a whisper, directly in her twins ear and her worry was clear in it though her expression betrayed nothing but love for her brother and excitement for being here with the others. She had never interacted well with the children of the families outside of the North, and still she had gone to their gatherings when invited or asked by her parents and never had she gone home happy.