she watched the snowflakes fall in his GOLDEN HAIR and weight it down until he had to sort it, away from his eyes, and she couldn’t help but giggle as if the SNOW were on his side. ‘ you’d be a wet and cold LION. ‘
‘ uh huh! we’ve all WOLVES. we’re just waiting ‘til you get COLD enough that you can’t move, then we’re going to EAT you. ‘ she grinned a little, gripping at the side of her CART.
she really couldn’t say exactly why she was being so OPEN and, perhaps even, RUDE to the man. HE WAS A FAMED KNIGHT: oh, everyone knew about him. she realized she should have been honored, or… something. but perhaps it was his own dry humor and bluntness that brought out hers. or perhaps it was that he represented all of her SISTER’S SILLY SONGS in one arrogant shiny-plated man. though she realized she hadn’t been quite so truthful and her smile faded, with a small huff.
‘ except for my sister. ‘ she corrected. ‘ she thinks you’re HANDSOME. ‘ —Sansa would KILL HER if she heard, which just made it more worthwhile— ‘ it’s disgusting. ‘
Her answer surprised him, made his lips curve upwards in an unplanned
smile .. and the Lannister was surprised to hear himself chuckle lightly.
The she wolf had spirit .. that was damned certain.
“ Wolves eating lions? I don’t think I’ve heard that tale. Sounds like
quite the fight.””
The words were light, laced with an edge of amusement that Jaime found
he couldn’t hide - that he didn’t want to hide. The last thing he had counted
on was entertainment to be found in Winterfell other than that of his sister ––
the fact that it was Arya Stark providing it ... Well. The cold must have finally
driven him mad.
One eyebrow rose at the mention of her sister as thoughts cast back
for some memory of the girl in question. Ah, yes. Sansa. A fleeting image
of a girl half grown with red hair came to mind and the kingslayer smiled,
cocking his head to the side as if pondering some great mystery.
“ She thinks I’m handsome? I suppose you’re far too sophisticated for
such absurd past times ... “
Brow rose higher at Arya’s last word, lips pursing in a sort of instinctive
grimace.
“ Disgusting, is it? Careful wolf girl, I’ve been called worse.”