Arya sat quietly in the cold light of the morning, gently cleaning her sword by the river. When she was satisfied it shone and was sharp, she stowed it away and sighed, looking out a the water. It was a nice moment, one she was content to sit in for a while. The water looked +

📷 So many replies to get to >-< sorry

📷 I'm not tapping the sign, I'm whacking it full force with an open palm.

📷 I think I've become a little too picky these days. Little characterisation things that never used to bother me can kill my whole mood for writing now.

📷 So sleepy -_- someone wake me up

Powder had spent most of the night out partying in one of the clubs in a seedier area of the Lanes. A little tipsy, she shuffled from the dance floor, shiny with sweat. Some water would probably be smart. She was liable to make all kinds of bad decisions if she didnt sober up.