[ arya runs through the process briefly. though she had never gone fishing herself before, and braavosi fishermen preferred nets to bring in large hauls every morning, she had seen her share of men and children cast a line from the bridges into the canals. it's not so different here.
with the lines in the water, she settles down to wait for the first bite. the breeze catches her tangled hair. could a net be made from hair? she tries to imagine what that would like, hauling in fish with a net made of her hair. it sounds like a story old nan would say. she thinks robb might laugh. jon would. jon would have tugged on her hair and asked her if it was strong enough.
her throat is a hollow ache. arya keeps her eyes on the water and her hands on the pole. ]
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with the lines in the water, she settles down to wait for the first bite. the breeze catches her tangled hair. could a net be made from hair? she tries to imagine what that would like, hauling in fish with a net made of her hair. it sounds like a story old nan would say. she thinks robb might laugh. jon would. jon would have tugged on her hair and asked her if it was strong enough.
her throat is a hollow ache. arya keeps her eyes on the water and her hands on the pole. ]