Homeless but looking. Cassana wants to go where her children are, though.

[motherbaratheon]

Lady Mundane:
I know that you are considering sending me somewhere, that you told me. And that there's little to none possibility that my Steffon would be there, something which is terribly saddening. But please, could it be a place where I could be with my children? Of course I know Robert is five and ten and Stannis three and ten, but no matter what anyone says, they are still children. And Renly is a little babe. As commendable as is Maester Cressen's work with their education, they need their mother.
Yours sincerely
Lady Cassana Estermont

Comments

[motherbaratheon]

I know. And your uncle is The king now. Or was. But it's certainly interesting...
[Did he know what your father suspects?]

[a_summer_child]

He was... but now father is.

[motherbaratheon]

[She nods] I know. Though I'm not sure that makes him really happy. But with you father, one can rarely know. Even if said one if his mother.
But anyhow, what games do you like to play, Shireen?

[a_summer_child]

[She could go on about duty, as her father often talks about that, but the question side tracks her.]

I like monsters and maidens?

[motherbaratheon]

And how does one play that?

[a_summer_child]

The monster chases the maiden around!

[motherbaratheon]

Sounds very fun. [She smiles] would you like to play that with me?

[a_summer_child]

[A small smile forming on her lips.] But you're too pretty to be a monster.

[motherbaratheon]

Oh, but that can be easily solved. [She undoes her hairdo so a long, dark mane of hair falls over her shoulders, and then she combs it with her fingers so she ends up with her hair not only covering her back, but her face as well. Basically a cousin It .]
Look, Shireen! I'm the Hair Monster!

[a_summer_child]

[Earning giggles from Shireen.]

[motherbaratheon]

[And so she begins moving like an ape (or whatever the westerosi equivalent of an ape is)]
Uh. Uh. The Hair Monster want a pwetty princess to take to his cave and comb her haaaaaaiiiirrrr.
[And so, she goes for her granddaughter]

[a_summer_child]

[And giving a little shriek, Shireen starts to run away.]

[motherbaratheon]

[And she follows at a safe distance.]
Hair Monster will get pwetty princeeeeeess!!!

[a_summer_child]

Not if it can't catch me!

[Running faster.]

[motherbaratheon]

[And so she follows and follows, though the skirts don't make it easy.]

[a_summer_child]

[And still running off ahead, giggling aloud.]