cosmiart: They sat on damp rocks beneath an oak tree, listening to the slow patter of water dripping
cosmiart: They sat on damp rocks beneath an oak tree, listening to the slow patter of water dripping from the leaves as they ate a cold supper of hardbread, moldy cheese, and smoked sausage. The Hound sliced the meat with his dagger, and narrowed his eyes when he caught Arya looking at the knife. “Don’t even think about it.”“I wasn’t,” she lied. He snorted to show what he thought of that, but he gave her a thick slice of sausage.Arya IX, A Storm of Swords (summer secret santa gift for @flapjacku) -- source link