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It was cold as she rode through Winterfell on her mare, this time of the year, she wishes she was somewhere warmer. Her eyes did not fail to see all the wildlings that seemed to take residence here, she has not actually interacted with any of them. The war seemed to take away from the beauty of everything around her home, and here.
She felt eyes on her as she passed a group of wildlings, when something spooked her mare. A small sound of surprise came from Asta as the mare reared back on her hind legs. This movement was too fast for Asta, who's hands slipped from the reins and falls off the mare.
Landing on the cold hard ground, Asta gasps as the wind gets knocked out of her. A curse falls from her lips as she groans, trying to catch her breath.
