Sisters
Sansa remembers the day Arya was born. She'd been little then, but filled with excitement.
She'd always wanted a sister, to play and share secrets with.
But Arya grows up wild and unruly: she has no interest in admiring boys or playing with dolls.
Arya likes fighting and getting dirty – like a boy.
Instead of being self-conscious, Arya mocks Sansa for wanting to be a proper lady.
Sansa knows that it isn't supposed to be like that, they're supposed to be sisters.
And sometimes she hates Arya for ruining everything.
Most of the time, though, she just feels disappointed.
A/N: So exactly a hundred words. The idea just popped into my head – I don't even like Sansa very much. But I will most most definitely continue to write these little character sketches – so if anyone would like to read a drabble about a particular character: go ahead and aks me!
… as always, reviews would be lovely, too.
