<div class="floatright">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/a2f9ee9f69862b4347b81042d23f8c7c/tumblr_nmi4a72NCd1qgd7rdo1_1280.png)</div>"There are two compliments I can remember the captain paying me," she'd answered Bran. "That I know my pottery and that I can keep you out of trouble." By which, of course, she meant delegate. Brannock was certainly allowed to chase down trouble. It was, in fact, encouraged. "It's seldom a question about ceramics that wakes a woman early out of bed in the morning. I have a feeling this concerns us both."<br/><br/><div align="center">~ ~ ~ ~</div><br/>There she was sharing the forward room with Ms. Fletcher. She'd anticipated this would be the case- the cloak had a history of finding its way back to her. "Come in," she invited, clearly accustomed to shyer women than Ran. A wildling woman did not seem to need permission to cross a threshold, she noticed. Dza paused with a pauldron half-unslung. "This armor? It's only mail, most of it." But that was not a no. It would be nice to play knight if only for tonight, and pretend this suit of armor was more than just an expensive uniform. She let it happen.<br/><br/>"When I was a member of the junior watch, I was given padded armor. It was little more than cloth stuffed with straw." An arm raised to help Ran find the buckle to her pauldron, and her fingers went back into her coffee dark hair. It was luxuriously long, the privilege of a soldier raised in the comfort of a quiet little town. "The boys were too vigorous with the training swords. When I asked for better armor, I was told that I had some filling out to do over the summer. That it would be a waste to fit me for mail before then. And she was right."<br/><br/>How amazing it felt to get out of that armor after a day of marching. Being fifty pounds more buoyant had such a breezy freedom, and yet, she stopped short of her uniform shirt. There was still a pride in her identity as a member of the watch. "I'm not very familiar with wildling ways, but judging from the state of your armor, I'd guess you're about... sixteen?"