swansansa:

Catelyn and Sansa by martinacecilia

Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever
was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her
hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and
soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine
like copper.

thesistersstark:

Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn’t, Arya hit her in the face with another
snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing
snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing.