Little Dove Sansa

dunk and egg

(chronologically, with bad commentary) 1. “the Oldtown boy wandered restlessly around the parapets, fussing with the clothes on straw men. Maybe he thinks they will fight better if they’re posed just right. Or maybe this waiting is fraying his nerves the way it’s fraying mine. The boy claimed to be eighteen, older than Jon, but he was green as summer grass for all that. Satin, they called him, even in the wool and mail and boiled leather of the Night’s Watch; the name he’d gotten in the brothel where he’d been born and raised. He was pretty as a girl with his dark eyes, soft skin, and raven’s ringlets. Half a year at Castle Black had toughened up his hands, however, and Noye said he was passable with a crossbow. Whether he had the courage to face what was coming, though …” (p688, A Storm of Swords by George R. R. Martin) HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW HIS HANDS FEEL JON? HOW DO YOU KNOW? And how do you know that the rest of his skin is soft? I mean, it’s enough that you think he’s “pretty as a girl” but I really just want to know how you know this.

Baelor Breakspear