[ cat of the canals had become cat of the alleys. she crept them like a cat, disappearing as easily as she appeared. yet one of her favorite places to eat wasn't in the alleys at all, but in the hold. she was fond of allen, and kaneis was a good cook. the two women in the flat she found stupid and gladly avoided. she had stopped coming for a while, but just a suddenly as she had gone she had reappeared at the door.
from her manner, it was like the previous weeks had not happened. the girl wears cat's face out of familiarity. allen knows little. he does not know of the faceless girl. he still thinks her as cat, and cat she becomes. it is easier. cat is simple. and unlike where she sleeps, here she is untroubled by arya stark's ghost.
the girl eats her food and fills the air with unimportant chatter and impertinent questions to avoid speaking of herself. she feels odd, almost ill. rising, she excuses herself to retreat into the bathroom, leaving her half-finished meal on the table.
and there she stays, without a word, long past any expected wait.
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from her manner, it was like the previous weeks had not happened. the girl wears cat's face out of familiarity. allen knows little. he does not know of the faceless girl. he still thinks her as cat, and cat she becomes. it is easier. cat is simple. and unlike where she sleeps, here she is untroubled by arya stark's ghost.
the girl eats her food and fills the air with unimportant chatter and impertinent questions to avoid speaking of herself. she feels odd, almost ill. rising, she excuses herself to retreat into the bathroom, leaving her half-finished meal on the table.
and there she stays, without a word, long past any expected wait.
maybe she died in there. ]