~:A New Dress:~
Arya sat next to her mother and watched as Sansa posed proudly in her new dress. It was a beautiful, deep blue wool dress and Arya couldn't help but feel a little envious of her older sister. Arya thought that Sansa looked so elegant, just as a highborn lady should be.
"How does it look?" Sansa asked their mother and Septa Mordane who was also looking on.
"It looks stupid." Arya butted in rudely before either of them could answer, before pulling a face at her older sister and trying to get a reaction out of her. They had fought so often lately that Arya just couldn't help herself, even though she knew that she would get into trouble for it/
Sansa glared back at Arya in disgust.
Their mother looked at her too, clearly a little annoyed. "Arya that is no way to speak about your sister."
"And it is most unladylike to interrupt like that." Septa Mordane added with a scowl.
Arya gently chewed her lower lip and frowned, feeling a little frustrated. While her sister had got a new dress especially made for her, Arya had to make do with one of Sansa's old ones that she had outgrown. This old dress was being adjusted to fit her as it was too big, but it wasn't the same as getting a new dress. "But why does she get a new dress and I have to have one of her old ones? It's not fair. I want a new dress too." Arya complained, feeling hard done by. In truthe, Arya didn't really like wearing dresses, but if Sansa had a new dress, she should have a new dress too.
Sansa was clearly grinning at Arya, though she tried to hide it. "Maybe if you didn't act like such a little beast all the time you would get a new dress."
A look and a raised eyebrow from Septa Mordane was enough to make Sansa stop grinning, much to Arya's amusement.
"Arya if you kept your clothes nice you could have a new dress like your sister." Her mother said as she smiled at her, trying to reason with her.
Arya still felt hard done by and still didn't think it was fair.
"Yes, you should act more like a lady instead of an urchin, rolling around in the mud, wrestling with the boys and climbing tress." Her sister added.
"Lady Sansa!" Septa Mordane said with a sharp tongue, clearly disappointed with her behavior.
Arya felt happy to see her sister being scolded instead of her for a change and couldn't help but smile at her sister.
"Arya you can't have a new dress until you learn to look after your things." Her mother said firmly. "Most of your dresses are ruined or ripped."
Arya knew that it was no use arguing and folded her arms, frowning.