“I like people too and don’t you say bad things about mother!” Gwyn’s voice was getting louder than had previously in her life. It should have been Genna shrieking and throwing things, and stomping things, and that thought only made the girl angrier. Though a nasty smile appeared on her face as she looked at the tears running down her sister’s face. Though her behavior might otherwise be more appropriate for her sister, she wasn’t crying.
Without a though Gwyn brought her hand up and slapped her sister’s cheek. She had seen people do it, to be sure, she had seen women slap men both playfully and more seriously. But she had never done it to her sister before. “You hold your tongue,” she said darkly.
“You being stupid doesn’t win you any favors. So what if you wore the wrong dress. All you do is everything wrong. That’s why you like it so much here.” She was no longer shrieking, quite the opposite; Gwyn’s tone was quiet, and more cold than the little girl had ever spoken. “Everything here is wrong and you don’t even care about going home to Winterfell. You just lied to me so we could leave.”
She moved away from her sister then, because what had Genna said? To go north and she hope she got caught? Fine, she would go then, and she wouldn’t bring stupid Genna with her anyway. She thought she hated her sister now. So she moved to put on the shoes she’d taken off earlier, as well as the cloak of months past. Unlike Genna, hers still fit her perfectly.