[She's too overcome to respond with more little pictures (can't remember what they'd been called - a funny sounding word, she' sure) - but it's her, not Nymeria, not someone who'd heard of her, but Arya.]
Arya!
[Now Sansa's smiling. Thoughtful was one way to describe it - and it wasn't really a lie. She'd no doubt many thoughts had preceded the prank. (And many snide comments, if truth be told. It's been so long she can barely remember specific incidents, though she's well aware of how dismissive and condescending she'd been. For Arya, the memories could very well be fresh - so she addresses it.]
I'm very sorry about the things I said. I like to think I said them because I was a spoiled child who didn't know any better, and gods be good I didn't know you at all. If I'd wanted to insult you I should have criticized your marksmanship.
Where can I find you? Or should you find me? You're better at that than I am.
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Arya!
[Now Sansa's smiling. Thoughtful was one way to describe it - and it wasn't really a lie. She'd no doubt many thoughts had preceded the prank. (And many snide comments, if truth be told. It's been so long she can barely remember specific incidents, though she's well aware of how dismissive and condescending she'd been. For Arya, the memories could very well be fresh - so she addresses it.]
I'm very sorry about the things I said. I like to think I said them because I was a spoiled child who didn't know any better, and gods be good I didn't know you at all. If I'd wanted to insult you I should have criticized your marksmanship.
Where can I find you? Or should you find me? You're better at that than I am.
[If Lady were with her, she could surely do it.]