Thirtieth House of Westeros ♛ Dictated/ Action ♛ Like My Lady Mother

[songsandstories]

[Given the mess the hair dye is making, she can't stay in her room. She can't really stay anywhere. She tries not to think of what it means, the brown hair dye that drips from her red hair. It tells her she's a liar, that her pretending is more than that.]

I shan't be in my room for the remainder of this. I'm no use to anyone in the town either. There's not else for me to do.

I know not how to get dye out of cloth. [Let's not think about how many dresses have been ruined by this.

The girl with red hair and brown dye dripping from it has managed to pin it up, though it still manages to soil the back of her dark dress. She's taken to the lobby to do needlepoint, but she can also be found in the kitchens.

The needlepoint at least gives her something to do. It's the pattern of a mockingbird. The dye reminds her too much of Alayne, the girl she is failing to failing to be.]

Comments

[ voice ]

[peacockherald]

_{[ He heard her over the journal, and pursed his lips. He was a peacock, so of course he knew how to get stains out of clothing. Have you ever tried to keep WHITE clothing perfectly clean? It is very difficult. ]}

I could try and help you. I have enough practice at it.

[ voice ]

[songsandstories]

Would you truly? [She would hate for the dresses to be ruined.]

Re: [ voice ]

[peacockherald]

I can give my best. I manage to keep a white uniform clean enough, after all. Where are you?

[ voice ]

[songsandstories]

In the lobby currently. [A white uniform sounds like the white cloaks of the Kingsguard.]

It would be kind of you to help me.

Re: [ voice ]

[peacockherald]

I shall come, though I warn you, my appearance is... a bit shocking. I apologize for that in advance, m'lady.