[ she does not speak: to speak would be to give away the game; the hiding place; the salvation. and so her mind toes this dangerous line between game and battle. he tells her she will have to pay for her actions -- and inwardly, she shrinks. she wants to run. but a quiet mantra keeps her back pressed tight against the hard bark -- stiles is my friend he does not want to hurt me we are having fun.
she exhales and palms the rubbery balloon. just like a snowball, she reminds herself. just like playing games outside winterfell.
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she exhales and palms the rubbery balloon. just like a snowball, she reminds herself. just like playing games outside winterfell.
sansa waits. ]