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Sansan Edit

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Her horse faltered slightly in the knee deep snow, but regained its footing quickly racing through the thick forest. Every second counted, any mistake would cost her, and Sansa was not ready to pay her debt to anyone -- not even to the Stranger himself.

“Yah! Yah!” she ordered her horse to move faster, the steam already rising from its back, white air escaping its flared nostrils.

Sansa knew the black stallion hunting them was unaccustomed to this kind of weather, and she hoped the deep snow would make it ancy. Like his rider, the stallion was of the South and had probably never seen a snow fall like this, much less chased another horse through it all. On an open field the huge black charger, even with his heavy rider, would have certainly beat her and her mare. However now, the snow drifts were surely impeding his progress, making his bulk work against him -- Sansa prayed the weight of his rider, mixed with the density of the snow would tire the black horse out.

— An untitled WIP

Thanks to @killmongersmistress for having a look and to @bighound-littlebird for providing some of the great Sansa analysis that fuels my creative juices

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