[ For all that she said she might be fine in the snow, Lauralae does dress warm.
Her long gloves are in place, as they always are, but she is wrapped in a coat lined with fur and silver bows in her hair - some of the Christmas gifts that had come to her and left her feeling special, and chosen. As promised, his ring rests along her neck, cool against the skin of her chest, adjacent to a small vial of blood.
It is likely a normal thing, for her, strange for anyone else, to carry blood so casually.
Pale skin flushed with the bite of cold, her attention lifts immediately as she hears his approach, stepping forward with a fond smile, settled and warm on her features. ]
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Her long gloves are in place, as they always are, but she is wrapped in a coat lined with fur and silver bows in her hair - some of the Christmas gifts that had come to her and left her feeling special, and chosen. As promised, his ring rests along her neck, cool against the skin of her chest, adjacent to a small vial of blood.
It is likely a normal thing, for her, strange for anyone else, to carry blood so casually.
Pale skin flushed with the bite of cold, her attention lifts immediately as she hears his approach, stepping forward with a fond smile, settled and warm on her features. ]
Aemond.