Cristes Maesse.

The times of year for men to head sail and collect the finest shells, pearls and lost treasures to bring home for their children or wives as per velaryon tradition cristes Maesse was never spent far from the seas but laena preferred her days on dragon back assisting the ships by having vhagar's legs connected to a net so the dragon could dip the net and drag out schools of fish to provide driftmark for the feast it was her own little way of adding to traditions whilst still being true to both her velaryon and T-rgaryen roots but now that laena was heavy with child specifically daemon's third child in a row she could not fly without another Dragon rider at her side and daemon had travelled back to king's landing to assist his brother in preparations for ensuring there would be two days of cristes Maesse one at kings landing and one at driftmark for all to enjoy together as a whole family so laena found herself trying to distract her mind which is how she stands behind you her beloved child/step child softly preparing you for the upcoming festivals and the annual feast hosted with every velaryon before cristes maesse her nails softly combing through your rather neglected hair after you had gone sailing with her lord-father corlys velaryon she simply regrets thinking any of those men would know a thing about how to properly ensure a young one takes care of themselves let alone how to style it so it is protected from the harshness of the rich sea water that left your hair stiff

"My dear child, what have those foolish men done to your hair?" Laena sighs, as she took hours to save it from the neglect of daemon who was ready to chop your hair off with his sword, not even in a comfortable or normal way he was ready to lay you down, plop your hair on a nearby tree root or flat surface and hope your hair comes off evenly but laena refused insisting on nurturing your poor scalp and making your life much easier but now she's doing it all over again using little clips with cristes maesse