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| There were eyes. Arya had at first dismissed them. It wouldn’t be unlikely for a mere passerby. But the feeling wouldn’t pass. She scanned about and her eyes would fall upon a small face visible. Arya swiveled one ear against her skull and narrowed her gaze at the stranger. For a moment she thought of merely dismissing what she believed to be a harmless peeping tom. In fact, she went as turning away and pretending that she had never stumbled upon the strange figure. There was still a nagging sense of curiosity in the back of her mind. Would it really hurt to engage the stranger in conversation? The huntress had, after all, had been rather lonely the past few days. Really the stranger looked to be nothing more than a babe, even younger than herself. “You know,” Arya said with her back still turned to the filly. “You’re really not the most efficient at hiding.” She turned her head toward the filly. Despite how slightly condescending her words may be, there was a genuine cordiality to it. Whoever this was had seen her at one of her… Lower of moments. She owed it to herself to prove she wasn’t completely mad. “Standing so close draws too much attention to yourself.” Ha, like she knew shit about stealth. The huntress turned her body and walked toward the filly. If she ran, Arya would let her go and move on with her day. As a child who had wandered far herself, she had little concern for her mother’s whereabouts. Let the girl wander and experience the world herself. There was little purpose in confining her to a mother’s side. Already the girl was displaying an apt for common sense. She stopped before the filly and studied her intently. Arya couldn’t deny that this small girl had all the potential in the world to be truly menacing figure. That simply added to the intrigue of the little girl that had wandered into her path. It felt not that long ago that she herself was so small. Part of her missed the days of such simplicity and innocence. Nothing in this world was evil. All there was then were stories of heroes clad in armor and their valiant acts. She couldn’t help but wonder what stories were whispered into the ear of this child as she drifted to sleep at night. Maybe her outsides told little of what went on inside. “I’m Arya,” She offered. There was little expectation of the girl and she couldn’t help but wonder whether she would offer anything in return. "talk," Arya
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