[Alayne recognizes Sansa's sister immediately. She just doesn't know if she can believe her eyes. Even at her worst, Arya never looked this unladylike. And her sister's clearly aged too, though considering how long it's been, that much isn't a surprise. Then again, she hadn't even been sure her sister was still alive.
Then again, she can hardly throw stones. With her hair dyed brown (shhh yes really ignore the icons) and the way she's grown into a woman lately... she's hardly the girl she was. Sansa wasn't a bastard, for one thing. Alayne is.
She hesitates before speaking, not sure what to say, not sure if she should even try to say anything. But at this point, she really should.
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Then again, she can hardly throw stones. With her hair dyed brown (shhh yes really ignore the icons) and the way she's grown into a woman lately... she's hardly the girl she was. Sansa wasn't a bastard, for one thing. Alayne is.
She hesitates before speaking, not sure what to say, not sure if she should even try to say anything. But at this point, she really should.
She wonders if Arya will even remember her.]
I am from Westeros.