Tis the season...for a lot of boxes? [Presents!]

[turned_to_steel]

WHO: Sansa Stark
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: December 20th
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Will update if needed
STATUS: OPEN

Sansa had her jaw clenched and her hands buried deep in her pockets, hurrying towards the Inn as quickly as she could make herself go without running. It was tempting to run but she didn't trust the snow that clung to the ground and the fact that there could possibly be ice patches somewhere underneath. She didn't relish the idea of possibly slipping and hurting herself when she was supposed to be going to the Inn to get her first lesson in cooking breakfast.

So she was more than grateful for the heat she felt when she reached the front door and pushed it open to let herself inside the nice, warm building. Stomping her feet, she shut the door and looked up to see if she could spot Kate anywhere. What she found instead was enough to have her eyes going wide and her lips parting in surprise at the sight of boxes stacked everywhere in the main room. It didn't matter where she looked, there seemed to be a new stack of varying heights and sizes. So many of them that she wasn't even sure she could count them all.

It wasn't like the box she had found on her front step, though. These boxes were wrapped in pretty paper of different colors and designs, and all with a tag sitting on top of each one.

Unbuttoning her jacket, she moved to the closest stack of boxes and took a peek at the first tag that was visible to her. She recognized both names and found herself blinking in confusion while she glanced at the second tag. Had everyone else found a way to get presents to give to someone else and she had missed it? She wondered briefly if maybe it was something that had been planned from before she had arrived but why hadn't her brothers mentioned it to her? It was something she was still puzzling over until she found a tag that was intended for someone else but had her name on it as well.

A quick search at another stack had her finding a present that was intended for her.

Still curious and wanting answers, Sansa set her jacket aside and went back to the first stack of boxes. Plucking the first box off the top, she set it to the side and moved the second box to another area. By the time someone came downstairs or came inside, Sansa was making new piles sorted by the name of who the presents were meant for. She thought it would be easier for people to find their presents rather than everyone stomping around poking through every stack and reading every tag.

[ooc: This is a mingle post for people to find their presents if they are located at the Inn! If you wish to, please feel free to have your character find their stack of presents already sorted.]

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[kissed_byfire]

Bue-green eyes floated from the finger to Sansa's face and it was obvious Ygritte still had no idea what it was. Even with the discovery of the color transfer, what purpose did any of this have? And more, how on earth would she have thought something like that on her own.

"But what's it for?" Ygritte asked again, mesmerized by the contents of the case; the colors and things that made absolutely no sense to her. What was make-up? What were the strange metal sticks supposed to do in her hair?

Answers, she needed them!

[turned_to_steel]

"I think it's for your eyelids. I saw women with colored painton their faces before." She closed the lid and set the case down before picking up a tube. She managed to pull the tube apart, realizing one side was the lid. Then she made a pleased little noise as she looked at the coloured end that was a lovely shade of deep red. "This is for your lips."

She looked at the rest of the cosmetics, totally intrigued. "There is so much, it will take some time to get through them all." She looked at Ygritte, pausing for a moment before she had to ask. "Maybe you would like to come over some time and keep me company while I do?"

Then she nodded at the pins. "I could show you what to do with those too."

[kissed_byfire]

The little bit of explanation was enough for Ygritte to decide it must be a Southron thing. Truthfully, she still didn't understand why women wanted to paint their faces, but she was beginning to realise and learn that there were a lot of things she simply didn't understand. In fact, all those times she told Jon he knew nothing was now coming back to her.

Still trying to wrap her head around it, the wildling's gaze dropped to the hair pins and she nodded without fully realising what it meant.

"That meant to make men swoon?" she said, still curious. "Puttin' that stuff on your face?

[turned_to_steel]

"I think it's supposed to enhance your features or to get attention easily." Sansa didn't sound so sure about it either but she was more than interested in figuring it all out. Maybe not even for trying to make men swoon but just for her own amusement.

"We don't even have to show anyone." She told Ygritte then, smiling a little. "We could just try it out for fun. I think you would look very nice with this red on your lips."

She held up the lip paint stick briefly before looking for the lid again.

[kissed_byfire]

Well, that was good. At least she wasn't the only one who didn't know how it was supposed to work. That, if nothing else, made her feel less stupid. That alone would have infuriated her.

"Me?" Ygritte looked almost shocked, glancing towards the lip paint. This would be where she would normally outright refuse, but that intrigue that was building over the case of bright colors had her nodding again.

When the wildling speaks next, she is quieter, almost unsure though that would only just be noticeable with the uncertain way she was looking at Sansa.

"Do you think Jon would like it?"

[turned_to_steel]

"Yes, you." Sansa smiled, amusement warming her features as she watched Ygritte. It wasn't amusement that came from laughing at the other woman, though. Not in a mean-spirited way. No, this came from being slightly amused by her shocked reaction.

Then she sobered at the sound of uncertainty in the wildling's tone and it told her again just how much the woman cared about Jon. Looking over the cosmetics spread out in the box, she pressed her lips together. "I don't know, honestly."

"But here. Why don't you take it and see what he thinks?" She held out the tube of lipstick without hesitation before smiling again. "It would look a lot better on you than me, anyways."