[she-wolf] in [disguise] Lightie

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Farin Stark knew that she wasn't anything special when it came to her looks. Her mousy brown hair was forever stubborn, refusing to lay flat and silky like most girls'. Half of the time, she wore it back in a braid so that it didn't get into her face. Her skin was porcelain fair- it was tan from the sun and spotted with freckles. Her green eyes may have been considered pretty on anyone else, but they seemed too bright for her face. Not that it bothered her. Farin didn't think like the other girls. She was a princess, sure, but why did that matter? She had plenty of older siblings. She was pretty much last in line for anything.

No, Farin preferred to run around Winterfell with the other teenagers, playing games and fighting with swords make from wood. It wasn't a very princess-y thing to do, then again, Farin did not resemble your typical princes. She was sixteen years old, not yet flowered much to her parents' chagrin, and almost flat as a board. She wasn't amazingly curvy or anything. In fact, she was rather skinny, with more muscle than fat in her body. Physically, she was in top shape. And Farin was agile, too. She could run like the wolves that her family bore as a sigil.  Sometimes, Farin wished she was a wolf instead of a girl.

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Zew Bolton sat on a dark horse, his frame cloaked by a heavy pelt. It would be a good experience they said--to send him off and let him observes others outside of the fortress he was raised in. He mentally sighs at that, and lets his gaze wander around. He had seen her around a few times, but thought nothing to be abnormal of her appearance.

Zew had long black hair that was kept in a braid, the arrangement slung over his shoulder and out of the way. His eyes were a dark, dark brown--almost pitch black. Dark colors seemed to suit him, and he embrace them full heartedly. Most women thought he was creepy, others fawned over him like he was a dark, sexy, mysterious figure. He honestly didnt give a ***n what they thought, as long as they kept it to themselves.

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Her laughter rose as she ran around, cheeks ruddy with exertion. It gave her a healthy glow. She was currently play-fighting with a couple older boys, though she seemed to be able to hold her own quite well. Her wooden sword flashed left and right, smacking with theirs and creating a small, echoing sound.

One of the boys swung and Farin was a second too late. The sword cracked against her cheek, making the girl squeal in surprise more than pain. Immediately, he looked horrified and dropped the sword, "P-Princess Farin, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

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Zew's eyes flicker with recognition, and he slides down from his horse. So it was the princess--how odd that he would meet her in a commoners gathering place like this. He quickly begins to walk towards them, his gaze focused on her.

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"Shush!" Farin lunged forward and covered his mouth with her hands. She didn't look to be in pain, just mildly annoyed, "Don't shout my name like that. I don't need people annoying me like they do at home."

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Zew slows down and veers his course to the side. He stops and watches from afar, barely noticable. So she wasnt going to start crying and throw a fit... He was glad.

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He mumbled something beneath her hands and Farin just pushed him away, "You didn't even hit me that hard. I bet /I/ could hit harder than that," the princess smirked and retrieved her fallen sword, her unusually bright green eyes roaming around for just a quick moment before she focused on her friend again.

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He slowly tilts his head to the side and continues to observe her. She was turning out to be interesting, and with proper training she might be a decent fighter.

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Farin lunged toward him and her sword smacked his hand, hard. The boy grimaced in pain and dropped his sword.

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Bump

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Zew breathes out and moves back over to his horse, seeing that she was more than capable of handling the boy by herself.

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"That wasn't nice," he muttered, rubbing his sore hand.

Faron just grinned, twirling her wooden sword, "Oh no! I gotta get back before my tutor realizes I'm gone!"