[ It's morning, and in the mornings, Arya always goes to the woods to train. She's built up a daily routine in this city. Between her routine, the allies she's found, and even the small number of friends she's made, Arya has something almost resembling a life.
Except not quite a life, because she is always conscious that she must remain no one, from nowhere, even when the small, forbidden part inside herself that is still Arya Stark wants to burst through. The other people here know her as Nymeria, but lately, that doesn't even feel right anymore.
Arya didn't expect today to be out of the ordinary. Day-to-day life can be pretty quiet if you know what you're doing, and Arya is acclimated to this place. Which is why she's beyond shocked when she sees what has to be a ghost, wearing a beautiful dress that's outshone only by her beautiful auburn hair. Even from behind, Arya would recognize that figure anywhere. It's Sansa.
But it can't be, because Sansa is dead or a traitor, and no one has no sister. Arya just stands in the street, dumbfounded, before working up the courage to speak. Arya's voice shakes out of fear and uncertainty. What if that's not Sansa? What if that is? ]
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Except not quite a life, because she is always conscious that she must remain no one, from nowhere, even when the small, forbidden part inside herself that is still Arya Stark wants to burst through. The other people here know her as Nymeria, but lately, that doesn't even feel right anymore.
Arya didn't expect today to be out of the ordinary. Day-to-day life can be pretty quiet if you know what you're doing, and Arya is acclimated to this place. Which is why she's beyond shocked when she sees what has to be a ghost, wearing a beautiful dress that's outshone only by her beautiful auburn hair. Even from behind, Arya would recognize that figure anywhere. It's Sansa.
But it can't be, because Sansa is dead or a traitor, and no one has no sister. Arya just stands in the street, dumbfounded, before working up the courage to speak. Arya's voice shakes out of fear and uncertainty. What if that's not Sansa? What if that is? ]
Are -- are you real?