[D1 EM] Did You Pack This Yourself? (House Feyther)

[Ser Kenway Sloan]

Kenway hadn't realised that the petite girl was part of Feyther group, and was giving them directions to the pavilions that had been assigned them when she stepped forward. The stoic man's eyes widened, it had been a long time since he'd seen hair like that, and it had been on the losing side of a war.

He was taken aback by the silver hair and violet eyes, and stumbled over his words for a moment. "My apologies, m'lady," his pride didn't bend far enough to bow to her, though. He opened the cases holding her dresses and sundries, and glanced amongst them, patting the folding garments to assure himself there was nothing underneath, but did not disturb them any further.

"Very good," and he waved her on the join her family.

[Alicent Feyther]

There was an intensity to her gaze as she watched the man react to her. It wasn't a matter of her trying, but just a natural bearing she had, seeming taller than her 5'1". If the silvery hair and violet eyes hadn't brought out the response, seeing that same bearing as on them side completed the picture. A few people off and on boasted of having a drop of the dragon in their veins. She didn't have to boast. Everything about her shouted it.

When he apologized, she just nodded. "No offense taken, Ser," she said while she waited for the sorting. Some part of her was a little surprised he didn't look deeper, but she wasn't going to be upset that he wasn't flashing her delicates around. When he was finished, she bowed her head with a simple, "Thank you," before closing up her case and moving forward.

Caim waited impatiently with Dyanna for her to join them, watching the guard's actions, but not looking directly at her. When she arrived, he looked fully away and began to walk, leading them, with Dyanna commenting pleasantly, "That wasn't so bad, really..."