“Where are we going?” she asked again.
This time the Hound answered her. “You have an aunt in the Eyrie. Might be she’ll want to ransom your scrawny arse, though the gods know why. Once we find the high road, we can follow it all the way to the Bloody Gate.”
Aunt Lysa. The thought left Arya feeling empty. It was her mother she wanted, not her mother’s sister.
In the wolf dreams she was swift and strong, running down her prey with her pack at her heels. It was the other dream she hated, the one where she had two feet instead of four. In that one she was always looking for her mother, stumbling through a wasted land of mud and blood and fire. It was always raining in that dream, and she could hear her mother screaming, but a monster with a dog’s head would not let her go save her. In that dream she was always weeping, like a frightened little girl.
“I … I could call myself after my mother…”
”Catelyn ? A bit too obvious … but after my mother, that would serve. Alayne. Do you like it ?”
She bit her lip. “Could I be Cat ?”
”Cat.” He considered. “Yes. Braavos is full of cats. One more will not be noticed.”
she was a gull
he was a buoy
can i make it anymore obvious
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