@cstensible
Arya had never been an easy child, she had been prone to neither quietness nor subtlty in her emotions from the day she was capable of crawling, but none could deny her sense of loyalty, honour, justice, all things valued as much in a Tully as a Stark and Catelyn took pride in it. But as she sat down beside her youngest daughter, the summer breeze of the capital bringing in both the smell of the city as well as the heat, Catelyn could not help but wonder whether this would be one of their more harmonious discussions...for the older Arya became the fewer it seemed they had of those.
Perhaps it was selfish of her, but there were times when Catelyn longed for little Arya again, the tiny child that had been happy to sit in her Mother’s lap, that, while she preferred her Father’s company, did not turn from her Mother either.
“Tell me what happened with your friend, Arya,” She encouraged, “Your Father tells me he was a butcher’s boy?”
