Map of the North
As a descendant of the First Men, Walda had awakened her warg gift with Danyla's help, but it was pitifully weak. Perhaps this sable, which contained a trace of magical energy, would help her. That was why Danyla had pointed it out.
What Danyla had not expected, however, was that even a fairly common sable from the North would contain a trace of magical energy. All she could say was that the North, which worshipped the Old Gods, truly enjoyed their favor.
After hearing Danyla's words, Walda immediately changed her mind. She snatched up the little sable and casually tossed Andarley two Gold Dragons.
"Here. That settles our transaction. Two Gold Dragons should be enough for you to buy a whole litter of sables."
Andarley happily caught the two Gold Dragons and said,
"No one except my mother has ever given me spending money before. You really do care about me, Walda."
"Huh?!"
Andarley's words left everyone around him speechless for a moment. He could interpret it that way, too? -_-||
Danyla, however, thought Andarley had said it deliberately, because he also shot her a discreet look and said,
"Thank you for putting in a good word for me, Princess!"
"Huh?!"
Danyla was speechless. -_-||
It looked like being a good simp really did require a strong heart and a thick skin!
The little sable was only palm-sized and had only just started eating solid food. At dinner, Walda carefully fed him a few bites of chicken leg meat and bread before he was full. Then the little fellow settled comfortably in her arms and fell asleep.
The atmosphere at the banquet was lively. After all, it was rare for so many houses to gather together, and House Stark's food was naturally much better than that