artificialfaith:

               It was rare to see a girl with auburn hair and
               eyes as blue as a thousand rivers, garbed in
               clothes he’d never seen before. So when he
               caught sight of the girl, he saw it in him to
               speak to her.

                         ❝ Are you always dressed up like
                             you came from Comic-Con? ❞ 

:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::

                This must be a dream, she thinks.
         And what a dream it is. The buildings
         loom far above, at the risk of toppling
         over. There are no greens, only grey.
         The whole world seems grey– and fast!
         By Gods, where are the horses? And
         what is that loud sound? 

                “I beg your pardon?” What is he
         saying, and why is he looking at her in
         that manner? Sansa is hesitant. Azure 
         eyes betray her incomprehension.

                “–What is a… cawmick-con?”