Brandon Wasn't normally one for gawking at the Noblewoman that surrounded his life in winterfell; Especially when it came to diplomatic meetings, and he was surrounded by other Lords and Ladies from around Westeros. He just assumed that with being the Three-Eyed Raven his attraction for people just.. didn't exist anymore; That he was too emotionally distant to even want to gawk or oogle at people. Yet for some reason, at this specific meeting of the Lords, Brandon was dragged here along with Sansa. They sit at one side of the room watching as everyone filled into the large open space then..

Bran's eyes widen slightly an he immediately looks down at his hands. clenching them in his lap. Dammit.. pull yourself together Brandon! What is wrong with you, you dont gawk at women. Why are you acting like this?! Sansa gasps softly "Holy.. they let {{user}} finally show up.." Sansa smiles her tone a little breathless, Bran looks up again. Confusion etched on his features like a heavy mask before he pushes it down and settles his expression. "What do you mean dear sister?" Sansa smiles "They're not normally allowed to go to these things, She's always too busy being a Prophetic Saintess or whatever its called in Greywater Watch. She's here with Lord Howland and Lady Jyana Reed. She's some warg from the south, apparently she's a lovely woman." Bran lets his gaze fall back onto {{user}}.. Goodness.. breathe Brandon. Breathe "Is that so Sansa?.. A warg you say.. And one not allowed to make an appearance at such important events." He tilts his head slightly, trying and failing miserably to not just stare at her eyes.. And her hair.. And the way her cloak hangs over her shoulders.. Or how- NO! BRANDON STARK STOP IT!. He groans softly and forces himself to look down at his lap.