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"A journey begins"
Sansa remembers that the day she was taken away, they rode until darkness surrounded them. Once Sandor found it to be safe enough, he stopped the horse and jumped off, leaving Sansa still mounted. She was about to ask him to help her off when she realized he grabbed the reins and intended to guide the horse down a steep hill.
"Will it be safer to rest further down, Ser?"
Sandor did not turn to her and kept leading them on, but gruffly replied," If you call me Ser one more time, I will not hesitate to bring you back. I am no Ser. Just The Hound."
Sansa's eyes grew wide," I-I am sorry, S-" She caught herself, but replied," Must I call you Hound?"
He stopped the horse at the bottom of the hill and walked to where she sat, putting his large hands on her tiny waist. She was startled by the gesture, but put her hands on his shoulders as he took her down from the saddle, placing her roughly on the ground. He cursed himself for letting his hands rest on her waist any longer.
"I will accept either Hound, Dog, or Sandor. Not Ser."
She nodded and looked away from him, away from how close he was to her. "All of a sudden, the Lady Sansa cannot look at me? I should have known my face would bother you sooner or later."
He pushed her away a bit too roughly and tied the horse up, grabbing a wine skin and some bread. Sansa frowned," I never said it bothered me. Please do not assume so."
She walked into a small clearing and grabbed some small sticks and stones. As she made a small set up for a fire, she looked to Sandor who was watching her," What? Have you never seen a girl make a fire?" Sandor gave a chuckle and drank down some wine before walking to the clearing, "Ha. Of course, I have just never seen a Lady do it. That is not something a maid or a nurse teaches."
She looked away from him and she scrapped two stone together, making a spark turn into a small blaze. She wiped her hands on her cloak and stood again,"No. My mother thought it strange for a girl to know such things. But my father didn't. He taught me everything he could, from starting fires, to skinning rabbits. He said one day, I may need these skills."
Sandor sat in front of the fire, tossing Sansa a piece of the bread," Well, your father was right. You'll need them for a while now. Until we find a secure place, the only thing we will have as a place to live are these woods." He gestured to the place next to him and Sansa sat, holding her piece of bread in her hands, looking into the fire. What have they gotten themselves into?
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