[b][color=magenta]Manasa Stark[/color][/b]

The young lady had been sitting in the plush windowseat of her room, silent as she watched the world on the other side of the glass window beside her. The raven had followed her here, but with his eyes she had been able to locate the majority of the structures within the Red Keep and memorize the layout though it was difficult to look at the inside when the bird was not admitted entrance to the buildings. There was good reasoning behind why the raven couldn't enter anyways, and the outcome did not bother Manasa much at all; every castle had mice and cats she could use if she had need of them, perhaps even the Dornish boys snake would do with its scales that easily blend into the stone floors and walls. Other than that she could find the Prince and ask him for a tour of the castle, perhaps she'll find an ally in the King's son or one of his daughters though the boy will have to realize quickly he'll be marrying one of his sisters or a cousin instead of the Tully she had seen him with the day before. It was clear to the logical mind that the Tully girl had been sent here to try to influence the next royal marriage in the favour of the Riverlords instead of allowing the boy's father chose his bride as it always has been. Manasa was honestly surprised that Daerys himself had been able to marry the Martel woman instead of his cousin, though one girl had been born of full Targaryen blood and as far as the skinchanger could tell she was not mad as her ancestors had often been. What was they said? 'Every time a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin'?

In the last several days Manasa had managed to speak with a handful of the wards that currently stayed with the king, having spent the vast majority of her time close to her brother though at times she was cornered alone with the other girls. Her new handmaid was a spiteful little thing with little skill in anything but resentment, but the young lady was educating the girl so she would be more useful to her in the future; the girl was raised in the South, away from the true North cold and couldn't tell the difference between her summer and winter clothes yet or tie her hair the way she liked it. Today she would have to call for the girl again though she didn't quite enjoy the possibility of having to show the girl how to braid her hair. She was going to participate in the tournament this afternoon and would need to get some last minute practice in before the show began. She remembered talking with her brother the day after they found out about the tournament from the Daerys, and practicing with him afterward though she was hesitant to really join in since she was nowhere near as effective in battle as her twin without Echo or Shiva. Though, being one of the few females who could fight here, she should participate - her mother would be disappointed otherwise.  

She did not wait for the girl to come fetch her to get dressed this morning, as she heard the others stir around the other rooms and slowly leave to find something to eat in the dining hall beneath their bedrooms and many of them were gone before she ever moved from her seat at the window. Her steps were slow and deliberate, uncaring as to who was waiting for her since Morgan would be socializing while she was away from them regardless of how close the two of them were; Father had sent the two of them here to make friends and he was better at that then her. In the last few days she had managed a single true smile that was not aimed at her brother. In her time here she had come to realize that the friendly were not entirely what they wanted to appear as for them and others seemed not to care how the rest of the wards saw them, such as the case of the red haired Tully girl. 

Manasa, now standing in the pale white nightgown she had worn to bed the night before, though the fabric soon fell to the floor where she stepped from the pool of soft fabric and walked over to where she had a pair of pants and a dark grey leather jerkin sat folded neatly on a chair while the long sleeve black shift was messily thrown overtop of them. She planned to dress in clothes she would rarely wear otherwise today, and would. She dressed alone in her bedroom, carefully tying her silk belt around her waist to cinch the fabric together and still show that she had the curves of a budding woman. She was fairly well developed for a girl of her age, and would likely be married to one of the young men here with her by the time she was eighteen, depending on her letters home and how the future visits from the lords and ladies goes. She brushed her hair back, leaving the dark locks to hang in waves down to the center of her back, where they curled softly. It wasn't often that she didn't wear dresses, apart from her training sessions with her brother and the occasional tournament though it wasn't often that the Stark's would attend such an event. The Northern people frowned upon frivolous wastes of time and money; they may show off their skills but it gave away what strength was hidden in such spaces, as the North hides gems in coal.

Manasa threw her cloak around her shoulders and touched the vine marking on her face, the soft green nearly matching her eyes and when asked she would betray it as a tattoo not the birthmark that it really was. She whistled and opened the door, walking from the bedroom to where Shiva was waiting for her in the common room just outside of her door, Echo following her from the room. It wasn't long before she found her way to the dining hall, and dressed in pants and boots instead of soft velvet and furs, with the wolf walking happily next to her for the first time since coming to King's Landing she felt somewhat comfortable.  [color=magenta]"Morgan! Toran!"[/color] Of the others there, Artoran was the one she had spoken to on and off in the last few days and spent the time to learn his name. She'd met the bastard dragon the day before while finding her way to the Godswood of the Red Keep with Echo while Shiva kept her room safe from intruders. Manasa smiled as she lifted a hand and waved across the room toward the two males; a smile that was not that of a polite and obedient lady, or one of a woman looking for friends. She looked happy as she had ever been here and she jogged over with her wolf companion in tow to where her brother was standing. [color=magenta]"I trust you're looking forward to the tournament today?"[/color]

With a glance to the side she saw that the Baratheon two were present in the room as well, and William Lannister was not too far off and had been speaking with them as well though she had not wanted to interact with him either even if it was expected of her. The North remembers as it always had and there was little to be done about the frozen reaches hold on the memories of what his predecessors had done to hers. She smiled faltered for a moment, though it picked up again when she heard Artoran ask Morgan about her just as she was approaching them and laughed slightly, quietly in her northern way. Her green eyes lifted from the direwolf at her side to pass to her brother where they gave him her silent message not to mention that she had been in his room the night before. At times the young lady would experience horrible nightmares of things that couldn't possibly be happening now and she'd come to realize that they were things come to pass but nonetheless there was little that could stop her panic when one of these episodes did so occur; one of them was to be near the male she'd shared a womb with.  On the other hand her deep emerald gaze passed over to the Dornish boy though she was careful not to stand too close for her own personal comforts and Echo sat down next to her. The animals head reached the bottom of the girls breasts, grey and white with red shading along the she-wolfs back and eyes as green as Manasa's. [color=magenta]"You should take place in the melee as well. I'm sure a Dornish man can cooperate with a partner well enough."[/color]