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One Thousand Club
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Spring, 246 AC
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Vaellas moans and protests caused no wavering in her heart, already well used to her friends protests as for close to 15 years she had been following Vaella and her love of sleep meant that most day she was usually pulling her protesting from her covers, even as young as 6 years old. After Vaella finally gave in snapping Ilyana shook her head in exasperation, watching her self appointed charge. Even with her hair caught in shrivels and knots she could easily tell she was beautiful, with her perfect skin and full lips, as well as big innocent eyes framed her face while her dainty way of moving all made to make her seem feminine and harmless which of course she was despite her occasionally snapish nature, and with her full breasts and full hips she just seemed perfect. Ilyana always felt to rough and dirty compared to her even on her best days, her own form hard muscle and sinew, while her duties and training left callouses on her hands that made them feel rough like a carpenter compared to Vaellas soft skin. With the usual harsh set of her face she inherited from her father she couldn't consider herself truly beautiful and prefered mail to dresses. Only thing she was truly proud of was her hair, kissed by fire, her father said the wildlings described it and so it seemed, careening down her back in a vibrant orange and red color that seemed to fly behind her when she ran or fought. Moving onto more productive thoughts looked at her as she grinned at her teasing that they could go into bed together and stay there all day. she just shook her head, well used to her antics.Vaella BlackfyreThe sunlight suddenly streaming into the room woke Vaella from her sleep. She awoke to an empty bed, being curled up in a tight little ball rather than tangled up in the limbs of somebody else. Her husband must have slipped out earlier that morning, although that would have been no difficult feat; until the sun had rudely interrupted her, Vaella had been in a deep sleep. The only response Ilyana received for her troubles at first was a quiet moan, which was Vaella's way of protesting without actually using any real words. Too early for words. Well, not to the rest of the land, but to Vaella at least.
King's Landing, The Red Keep
"An hour? Awake?" Vaella's echoed words were followed by another moan, a louder one this time. She pulled the covers up right over her head to block out the light and hopefully also block out her commitments for the day ahead. "Can't they come here, to me, to my bed? Or perhaps you could inform Lady Rosby that I'm terribly sorry, but I have come down with some dreadful illness and I will be fine, just not in time to leave my bed today." Beneath the blankets, Vaella smiled a mischievous smile. Of course she was joking, it was clear in her tone of voice, she was just stalling to delay the inevitable. It almost felt like it was working.
That is, until the covers were torn away and she was faced with the scowling face of Ilyana.
"Fine!" Vaella half snapped, half whined. She was fairly certain that the only day she'd ever left her bed without being coaxed had been her wedding day. Now beginning to wake up somewhat, she pushed a tangled curl of hair hair away from her eyes and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Cold. Well, not cold, but colder than she'd been beneath the blankets. Her full lips settled into a firm pout, but that pout subsided as she arched her back and stretched. All her stretches, her dainty way of moving, her love of sleep, her calculating ways, her unjustified contempt for some and undying affection for others, all of that made Vaella rather similar to a cat. With a sly smile she looked at her friend and flashed a pleading, but also joking, expression. "You know, Ilyana, we could both stay here and go back to sleep..." The offer was not a serious one, though, and Vaella pushed herself up off of the bed at last.
It took Vaella several silent minutes to hold each dress up to her body in turn, completing this cycle several times before she was satisfied. The red and the blue dresses ended up on the floor in undignified heaps, but then she bent to retrieve them and lay them gently over the back of a chair. She was not a child anymore.
"Will you brush my hair for me in a moment, please, Ilyana?" Vaella enquired, as she began to rid herself of her nightdress and begin the process of donning her small clothes and then finally the green dress. "You always somehow manage to do a much better job than me. I can't see the back."
She paused to look at the dress in the mirror. Pursed her lips. Turned to view it from the side. Frowned. Turned back. Turned to the side once again. It was a regular occurrence for Vaella to change her dress several times before being satisfied, often ending up back in the dress she started off in, but as she had slept in she decided not to allow herself to get caught up in that cycle.
"Do I look presentable yet?" Vaella asked her friend with an innocent smile, fully aware of the unkempt and wild state her hair was in.
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