[ not enough time has passed for the faces of those she loves to fade from memory. sansa's scream still haunts her dreams, cries out to her when she closes her eyes. her face isn't forgotten either. not yet.
and yet it takes a moment for arya, in the shadows, to recognize the girl who stands nearby. there is something familiar about her. she looks like mother whose hair could look shades darker in the dim light of winterfell's hallways at times. its when she realizes that its her sister that the air leaves her lungs and she feels her feet moving without her permission to stand in front of the girl.
arry the new boy stands before alayne the bastard girl. both were wolves in their past lives, wolves that were beaten down by circumstance, unjust as it can be. the little wolfgirl's eyes narrow as she looks up at the girl who is taller than she remembers, older too.]
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and yet it takes a moment for arya, in the shadows, to recognize the girl who stands nearby. there is something familiar about her. she looks like mother whose hair could look shades darker in the dim light of winterfell's hallways at times. its when she realizes that its her sister that the air leaves her lungs and she feels her feet moving without her permission to stand in front of the girl.
arry the new boy stands before alayne the bastard girl. both were wolves in their past lives, wolves that were beaten down by circumstance, unjust as it can be. the little wolfgirl's eyes narrow as she looks up at the girl who is taller than she remembers, older too.]
S...Sansa?