[She smiles back, glad to here her agree. Arya doesn't really have friends at all, really. The only meaningful connection she's made here is Tony Stark and that is a strange relationship to say the least. It mostly devolved into them insulting each other. Which honestly, Arya didn't mind.
Most all the friends she'd ever had from home were dead. And none of those had been girls. None of the girls she knew could she relate too, all too busy learning how to sew and be proper.
Ugh, that reminds her of her given assignment here. Knitting. She'd been avoiding it, finding it a cruel joke that the natives thought she'd like to do such a thing.] It's different. [Arya looks a little lost on how to explain. She lifts her device point at it, points all around them.] We don't have devices like this. Or anything like it. My home, Winterfell, it also doesn't look anything like this. It's a castle. But in all of Westeros there's no place like this. Kings Landing has a few buildings that might look like that cathedral, perhaps.
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Most all the friends she'd ever had from home were dead. And none of those had been girls. None of the girls she knew could she relate too, all too busy learning how to sew and be proper.
Ugh, that reminds her of her given assignment here. Knitting. She'd been avoiding it, finding it a cruel joke that the natives thought she'd like to do such a thing.] It's different. [Arya looks a little lost on how to explain. She lifts her device point at it, points all around them.] We don't have devices like this. Or anything like it. My home, Winterfell, it also doesn't look anything like this. It's a castle. But in all of Westeros there's no place like this. Kings Landing has a few buildings that might look like that cathedral, perhaps.