swift as a deer. quiet as a shadow.

Arya winced a little, but she nodded and paused for long enough to let Regina brush the tangles from her messy mop of hair. "Some people say that it's magic that holds up the Wall that the Night's Watch guards," she mused after a moment's thought. "I met a man who could change his face...and a red woman who said she was a witch and could see things in the fire. A long time ago, the Targaryens rode dragons, but they dragons are gone now. Only...there's rumors the last Targaryen princess hatched three, across the Narrow Sea."