[ then she continues brushing it out. it's soft to the touch, thick and strong, and a color she always envied, the only one of lady catelyn's children without the tully red hair and blue eyes. ]
It was snowing. There was snow in it. Here. And a lot of it here.
[ arya points out the areas combing her fingers through them. she takes care not to pull and wonders if peace always tastes of grief. ]
no subject
Yes.
[ then she continues brushing it out. it's soft to the touch, thick and strong, and a color she always envied, the only one of lady catelyn's children without the tully red hair and blue eyes. ]
It was snowing. There was snow in it. Here. And a lot of it here.
[ arya points out the areas combing her fingers through them. she takes care not to pull and wonders if peace always tastes of grief. ]