The thing slowly grinds out the cigarette, smiling a corpse's smile, twisted and slimy.
"A game," Balthazar says, spreading the deck over the tabletop in front of Arya. "A diversion. One card tells your past, one your present, one your future."
He ignores the wolf. What could he hope to do against it, if it decided to attack? But wolves don't walk with humans, which means that either they're both wolves, or that the wolf is really a dog at heart. Arya is the one talking for them, so he focuses on her. Without asking her, for it's clear pretending is of no use right now, he nudges one card out of the spread and turns it over: a young man in armor rides a charging horse, sword in hand.
"You see? The Knight of Swords, that is your past. You were daring, you were brave. Impulsive and rash at times, but well-meaning. Your determination could not be shaken. You stood against those who would hurt you and others, a youthful warrior."
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"A game," Balthazar says, spreading the deck over the tabletop in front of Arya. "A diversion. One card tells your past, one your present, one your future."
He ignores the wolf. What could he hope to do against it, if it decided to attack? But wolves don't walk with humans, which means that either they're both wolves, or that the wolf is really a dog at heart. Arya is the one talking for them, so he focuses on her. Without asking her, for it's clear pretending is of no use right now, he nudges one card out of the spread and turns it over: a young man in armor rides a charging horse, sword in hand.
"You see? The Knight of Swords, that is your past. You were daring, you were brave. Impulsive and rash at times, but well-meaning. Your determination could not be shaken. You stood against those who would hurt you and others, a youthful warrior."