[a bright light catches jon's eye. it seems to be radiating at head height--he follows it up to cropped red hair, birght blue eyes, a strong jaw--he hadn't dared hope, but--of course it was possible--]
Robb..?
[his voice is low and it cracks with emotion. he lurches to his feet but the features quickly settles into sansa's. of course they cut her hair. he's not sure if what he's feeling right now is sorrow or relief but of course he's glad to see her. he's so glad to see her. ]
Sansa!
[louder this time. he stumbles forward in thick-soled boots. he's managed to trade the awful blue clothing for darker shades that fit a little better, but they're still not quite what he's used to, even on the clock. he envelopes her in a hug.]
i
Robb..?
[his voice is low and it cracks with emotion. he lurches to his feet but the features quickly settles into sansa's. of course they cut her hair. he's not sure if what he's feeling right now is sorrow or relief but of course he's glad to see her. he's so glad to see her. ]
Sansa!
[louder this time. he stumbles forward in thick-soled boots. he's managed to trade the awful blue clothing for darker shades that fit a little better, but they're still not quite what he's used to, even on the clock. he envelopes her in a hug.]
What did they do to your hair?