I've seen it done. [ a pause. ] I haven't done it myself. Not with something this big.
[ cat had not been squeamish either. but cat could skin and clean with quick clever hands anything nymeria felled. she did not need to look to anyone to know what do. she had been a rapier in all things, intuitively knowing where to strike.
arya is a child still in ways cat did not allow herself to be. she carries her doubts in her chewed lip, in the slight, hesitant hands. she wears her youth in the rounded planes of her face that a month starving couldn't fully erase and in the eyes that still register the wide-eyed wonder of nine instead of dispassionate cynicism she harbored at eleven.
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I've seen it done. [ a pause. ] I haven't done it myself. Not with something this big.
[ cat had not been squeamish either. but cat could skin and clean with quick clever hands anything nymeria felled. she did not need to look to anyone to know what do. she had been a rapier in all things, intuitively knowing where to strike.
arya is a child still in ways cat did not allow herself to be. she carries her doubts in her chewed lip, in the slight, hesitant hands. she wears her youth in the rounded planes of her face that a month starving couldn't fully erase and in the eyes that still register the wide-eyed wonder of nine instead of dispassionate cynicism she harbored at eleven.
two years is a long time. ]