But thinking of the village made her remember the march, and the storeroom, and the Tickler. She thought of the little boy who’d been hit in the face with a mace, of stupid old All-for-Joffrey, of Lommy Greenhands. I was a sheep, and then I was a mouse, I couldn’t do anything but hide. Arya chewed her lip and tried to think when her courage had come back. Jaqen made me brave again. He made me a ghost instead of a mouse.
Hahahaha, this is always what a new installation looks like. Come back in a year and spend a week trying to fix it.
so I’ve become a little obsessed with taking pictures of my puppy…sorry if it becomes obnoxious in the future haha
