[ she nods; she has never thought much of it, either, as for her fortune telling has always been something like a game — she remembers playing with Jeyne when she was younger, still in Winterfell. the two had laughed and solemnly promised the other a good life, a husband and sons and a beautiful home.
no, there was not much about fortune telling she was inclined to believe, anymore. ]
Everything? [ she repeats, almost like it's hard for her to believe. and yet, despite how disinclined she is to trust... she finds she does. believe him, that is. ]
no subject
no, there was not much about fortune telling she was inclined to believe, anymore. ]
Everything? [ she repeats, almost like it's hard for her to believe. and yet, despite how disinclined she is to trust... she finds she does. believe him, that is. ]
Can you show me? Something — something else?