How they do it in the North.
Of all the things she did, sometimes she enjoyed the simple act of lighting the torches, most of all. She'd done it back at the House of Black and White, different as that had been. Unable to see the result of her work, she'd had only the smell of a smoky candle to let her know one had gone out, the heat of a flame to know it was back.
It had been almost contemplative, as much as Arya did contemplative.
Here, though, it was easier. And there was a greater chance of running into someone out and about, which was always interesting at this time of night. It made for a peculiar state where she was paying attention, as she always did, but was particularly relaxed about it.
Probably too relaxed; there was no excuse for letting her guard down. You never knew what might happen, out on a darkened boardwalk in the night.
It had been almost contemplative, as much as Arya did contemplative.
Here, though, it was easier. And there was a greater chance of running into someone out and about, which was always interesting at this time of night. It made for a peculiar state where she was paying attention, as she always did, but was particularly relaxed about it.
Probably too relaxed; there was no excuse for letting her guard down. You never knew what might happen, out on a darkened boardwalk in the night.