[ Arya retorts, sharply. Needle's all she's got left of home, of family. She isn't going to let someone talk down to her about Needle, not even another 12-year old girl. Arya hasn't talked to anyone her age for a long, long time, and to be honest, she's practically forgotten how. She knows she can come off as unlikable, but she just doesn't care. ]
There's a beach. You could try that. There are all kinds of rocks by she shoreline. [ She's cold, but it's not personal against the other girl. She just doesn't trust easily. Perhaps the other girl can understand. ]
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[ Arya retorts, sharply. Needle's all she's got left of home, of family. She isn't going to let someone talk down to her about Needle, not even another 12-year old girl. Arya hasn't talked to anyone her age for a long, long time, and to be honest, she's practically forgotten how. She knows she can come off as unlikable, but she just doesn't care. ]
There's a beach. You could try that. There are all kinds of rocks by she shoreline. [ She's cold, but it's not personal against the other girl. She just doesn't trust easily. Perhaps the other girl can understand. ]