Count slowly! [ she commands -- and she must be feeling a rare brave mood to command anything at all. sansa lifts the pistol and shoots a steady torrent of water at stiles's face. she misses -- of course. she hesitates, but the second shot is better aimed.
it takes her a moment to realize before she's cradling the water balloon in the crook of her arm and gathering her skirts up in fistfuls so she might run into the trees without tripping over petticoats. ]
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it takes her a moment to realize before she's cradling the water balloon in the crook of her arm and gathering her skirts up in fistfuls so she might run into the trees without tripping over petticoats. ]