~*Jayne Snow*~
Arya woke at the crack of dawn just as she had planned. She briefly stretched and reluctantly got out of bed, shivering a little as The Eyrie was much cooler than she was now used to back in Braavos. She didn't mind the cold though as it reminded her of Winterfell with it's cold, sometimes frosty mornings.
She quickly dressed into one of the wool dresses that she had brought with her from the House of Black and White and washed her hands and her face in her wash basin. She then sat at her silver looking glass and picked up her silver hair brush to style her blonde hair like a typical northern girl. Reminding herself that she must be Jayne Snow, a bastard girl from the north and to remember that Sansa was known as Alayne Stone now. 'We're both pretending to be something we're not' She thought to herself with a little smile.
Jayne quietly made her way into Alayne's bedchamber, which adjoined her own to see that she was still asleep in her large, beautifully carved wooden bed. She quietly walked over to Alayne's wardrobe to look through her dresses. 'Even her wardrobes have carvings in them' She noticed as she picked out three dresses and hung them out so that Alayne could choose one for when it came time to dress.
Next, she went to the servants quarters to break her fast with a few of the other servants. They all seemed very nice and made her feel at home immediately. Jayne especially took a liking to an old scullery maid the rest of the servants called Nan. Arya doubted that it was her real name, but she reminded her of Old Nan back in Winterfell.
Jayne arranged for some hot fresh water to be brought up to Alayne's chamber for her wash basin and Nan informed her that Alayne usually preferred to break her fast in the privacy of her chambers. She decided to talk to some of the other servants to try to get to know each of them better while she waited for the food to be prepared. She wanted to learn as much as she could about each of them as any information that she learned could be useful for her mission. She also wanted to try and build up their trust in her.
When Alayne's food was finally prepared Jayne carefully carried it back to Alayne's chambers. She noticed how everything looked so beautiful in The Eyrie. There were carvings everywhere that she looked. On the walls, on the pillars and even on the cielings in some places.
By the time Jayne had returned Alayne's chambers she was awake. "Good morning m'lady, I hope you slept well." Jayne said, trying to remember how lowborn servant girls used to speak to her when she was Lady Arya back in Winterfell.
Alayne sat up as Jayne placed the carved wooden tray with her food on it across her lap. "I did sleep well, thank you...and I'm no lady remember? I'm just Alayne!"
'Yes, you're a highborn lady pretending to be a lowborn bastard just like me' Arya thought to herself. As she poured some fresh water from a flagon into a silver goblet, placing them on the small wooden table next to Alayne's bed. "Yes of course, Alayne." Jayne smiled softly as she carefully drew back the heavy blue curtains a little to let some more light into the chamber.
Alayne broke her fast and watched as Jayne started to tidy up her chamber. "Were you at Winterfell when the ironmen took it?" Alayne asked before taking a sip of water from her silver goblet.
Jayne approached and sat on the edge of the bed so that they could talk quietly, reaching out to hold her hand gently. "I wasn't...luckily for me. Terrible what they did." She then leaned in to whisper "But at least you're safe m'lady." Jayne smiled at her, or was it Arya that was smiling?
Alayne smiled back at her but it was a weak smile, a sad half hearted smile. "I'm all alone now, I'm all that's left, I had to survive."
Arya's heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest. 'You're not alone Sansa, I'm with you, I'm you're little sister' Arya thought angrily to herself, her wolf blood boiling. She wanted so badly to change her face back to her own and hug her older sister tightly to comfort her. Somehow she managed to hold herself together and resisted, though she could not say how.
Jayne stood and walked over to the three dresses that she had picked out earlier, fighting back the tears of anger that were forming in her eyes. "Is everything alright?" Alayne asked her, seeing that something was clearly wrong.
"I'm fine, it's just that I have fond memories of my time in Winterfell. I hate to think of what has happened." Jayne replied trying to sound convincing. Though her words were true from Arya's own heart. She had never stopped to really think about what happened at Winterfell. Maybe it was just too painful or maybe there was no more room in her aready broken heart.
'Keep it together. You're a wolf, wolves don't cry' Arya thought to herself as she took a deep breath trying to calm herself.
When Alayne had finished breaking her fast Jayne took away her tray and helped her to dress and brushed her long dark hair. 'I miss your red hair, it was much prettier' Arya thought as she started to style her sisters hair.
When Alayne had taken her leave she started to pull the sheets from her bed before putting on some fresh ones and making it look neat and tidy. She was free until lunch when she would assist the other servants with serving food and drink so she decided to have a look around at what would be her home for the next few moons.
The Eyrie was quite small compared to other castles that she had been in and she found it fairly easy to remember her way around. It was also by far the most beautiful too with grand stone pillars covered with ornate carvings and spectacular staircases. And then there was arguably the most breath taking views Arya had ever seen from the many open balconies that looked out over The Vale below. The Eyrie was so high that it sometimes looked like it was floating in a sea of clouds like a giant stone ship.
The most important thing that she noticed was that there were very few guards. This would make things much easier for her as she attempted her assassination of Littlefinger.
Arya leaned against a stone balcony and looked out over The Vale, deep in thought. 'Why don't I just reveal myself and stay here with my sister and be a family again? What's the point in becoming an assassin if I can't kill the people that I want? I don't want to kill Lord Baelish, he's never done me any harm' She sighed softly as her mind raced with doubts.
Arya slowly made her way to the kitchens as it was almost time to serve lunch. It was the first time that she'd had doubts since she had started her training in Braavos. 'I thought everyone was dead and that I had no family left, but now I have my sister back' Her sister had changed everything, but for now Arya decided not to do anything rash and to think things through before deciding what to do. 'Killing everyone on my list won't bring them back, mother, father, Robb, Bran and Rickon. It won't bring Winterfell back or any of it's people'
When she arrived at the kitchen hings were in full flow. Servants were coming and going with trays of food and cooks were busy over hot stoves. Arya was soon handed a silver tray with two silver flagons and several silver goblets. She followed a few of the other servants to a small, beautifully decorated dining chamber where Lord Baelish sat at a white circular wooden table. It looked as if it was crafted from weirwood and had decorations carved into like most things had in The Eyrie.
A sickly looking boy with long brown hair sat on his left and Alayne sat to his right. 'That must be my cousin Robin' Arya thought to herself. She had considered putting a few drops of Milk of the Mother into the flagons when the other servants weren't looking, but didn't want to risk her sister or her cousin drinking it by mistake so she decided against it, waiting for a better opportunity to present itself.
Arya knew that she would have other opportunities, better opportunities over time. For her plan to work she would need to slip a few drops into his drink each day and she had a plan in mind to do that, but if she could slip him a little more at each opportunity that she got it would speed things up. Littlefinger would die by her hand and Sansa would rule The Vale that was certain. What she was not certain about was whether she would leave to find her direwolf Nymeria and return to Braavos to complete her training or if she would reveal her true self and stay with her sister and be a family again.
For the next two weeks Jayne Snow settled into her new routine. To serve Alayne each morning, helping her to dress and groom herself. Change her bed sheets and keep her chambers clean and tidy and to serve her at meal times. Occasionally they spent a little time together talking about Winterfell and exchanging little stories. Each night she would make sure Alayne had a flagon of fresh water next to her bed before whispering her death prayer and falling asleep.
Tonight would be different. It was finally time to start putting her plan into action. Arya stayed awake and changed into her grey breeches, grey top and her soft sneaking shoes. She quietly sneaked out of her chamber and checked that Alayne was asleep before sneaking out 'as quiet as a shadow' into the hallway. She knew that there would be nobody around at this hour, but kept to the shadows where possible as she made her way 'as swift as a deer' to Littlefinger's chambers.
There were no guards posted by his doors, but why should there be? The Eyrie was possibly the safest castle in the Seven Kingdoms so there was no need to have guards posted everywhere. Arya had scouted The Eyrie well since she had arrived and knew each of the doors and which were locked or guarded. Even so, she listened carefully and kept a close lookout. She pressed her ear against the door and listened for a few moments before slowly pushing it open.
Peering inside through the darkness she could see Littlefinger asleep on an elaborately decorated bed. She quietly sneaked inside, carefully closing the door behind her. Arya crouched down in a shadow 'as still as stone' as she watched for a few moments to make sure that it was completely safe before quietly creeping over to the bed 'as quiet as a shadow' She pulled out her small bottle of Milk of the Mother and carefully tipped a single drop into his mouth.
Littlefinger stirred slightly so Arya quickly crouched down into the shadows next to his bed and stayed 'as still as stone' until she was happy that he had settled down again. She slowly stood to see that he was still asleep, he had simply rolled over onto his side. She then tipped a few drops into the flagon that was next to his bed before creeping back over to the door 'as fast as a snake'
Again she pressed her ear against the door and listened for a few moments before slowly pulling it open. When she saw that it was safe she slipped out 'as quiet as a shadow' and carefully closed the door behind her. Sticking to the shadows she crept back to Alayne's chambers and then back into her own, listening and watching carefully to make sure that nobody saw her.
Arya hid her slender bottle of Milk of the Mother inside her mattress with the others before stitching it back up again, the perfect place to hide it. It was just like when she used to stitch Sansa's mattress after sheep shifting it back in Winterfell. The thought of doing that made her smile. 'Sansa got so angry when I did that, her room stunk for a whole week'
Each day Arya continued to serve Alayne as Jayne Snow and they grew closer with each passing day. And each night she would sneak into Littlefinger's chambers and tip a single drop of Milk of the Mother into his mouth. Most nights were as easy as the first, but sometimes he stayed up late or he slept so lightly that Arya had to just tip a few drops into his flagon for fear of waking him.
Sometimes Jayne and Alayne would sit together in the gardens where it was safe to talk how they liked, Sansa could be herself there. Jayne listened carefully as Sansa told her a little of her time spent in King's Landing. Arya was curious to know what her sister had thought about her own disappearance. "What happened to your sister? Lady Arya?" Jayne asked her.
Sansa looked down but tried to put on a brave face. "I'm not sure, it all happened so fast. When they arrested my father Arya was with her dancing master. She was so clumsy though, she always returned covered in scrapes and bruises. She never wanted to be a lady you know. She always preferred to play with swords...I still miss her even though we used to argue all of the time." Sansa smiled a little as she thought of her little tomboy sister with her tangled hair and torn dresses. "I heard that her dancing master was killed by Meryn Trant, but Arya just disappeared." Sansa shrugged a little, clearly unsure what had happened.
"Lord Baelish promised to take me to her and our mother before he rescued me from King's Landing, so I hope that she's still alive somewhere." Sansa continued before pausing for a moment to wipe a tear that had formed in her eye as doubt started to creep into her voice.
'So he really did recognize me at Harrenhall' Arya thought to herself as she remembered back to being Lord Tywin's cupbearer.
"She must be dead." Sansa continued, her voice had become a little shaky and broken. "She couldn't have survived on her own, she was so small and so young." She paused for a few moments to wipe her eyes again. "But, I've never given up hope that she's alive and I still pray for her."
'I'm not dead, I'm right here next to you' Arya thought as she took her sisters hand and gave it a little squeeze. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. Please forgive me m'lady." Jayne said as she tried to comfort her. Arya's heart felt like it was about to explode in her chest.
Sansa smiled faintly and squeezed her hand back. "It's quite alright. I know it sounds silly but, even though we used to fight a lot I still really miss her. I always hoped that she had escaped somehow, but nobody has heard or seen anything of her and it's been such a long time. I regret not accepting her for how she was, she wasn't meant to be a lady and she knew it. I shouldn't have pushed her too much. I wish I could have been closer to her."
Arya smiled and agreed, they did used to fight all of the time but she didn't hate Sansa. She never did, not really. They both shared the same wolf blood even though they were very different and one day Arya knew that they would be close and be a pack again. "You are too hard on yourself m'lady, you couldn't have known what was going to happen, you were both so young too." Jayne tried to comfort her as best as she could. "I'm sure she knew that you loved her really."
'I knew Sansa' Arya thought to herself, somehow keeping it to herself.
It took nearly two months before the first signs of madness started to show on Littlefinger. Arya noticed that he had started to occasionally forget servants names, including her own. She also heard him mumbling nonsense in his sleep sometimes when she crept into his chamber at night, which made sneaking easier for her. 'It's working at last' She thought to herself, happy that her plan was working.
One afternoon Jayne sat talking with Alayne on the balcony of her chamber, looking out over The Vale far below them. "Have you noticed anything strange about Lord Baelish lately?" Alayne asked her.
Jayne looked back at her and nodded her head slowly. "He is acting a little strange, I wonder if something's wrong with him?" She replied, knowing full well what was wrong.
"And Robin has been quite sickly too, it's quite worrying." Alayne was clearly concerned and a little worried, it was written across her pretty face.
"You seem perfectly well though m'lady, try not to worry." Jayne tried to reassure her. "I'm sure everything will be fine."
Over the next few moons Arya upped the dosage on Littlefinger, tipping two or sometimes three drops of Milk of the Mother into his mouth each night. His behaviour gradually became more erratic and he slowly became even more forgetful and even paranoid at times. His decline was so slow though that nobody suspected a thing. They assumed he was simply losing his mind like the Mad King had. Even Maester Coleman agreed that he was slowly going mad and didn't suspect poison.
One evening after they had eaten, Jayne was brushing Alayne's hair in her chamber. "You have such beautiful hair m'lady." Jayne said as she carefully pulled a brush through her long hair.
Alayne smiled back at her through the reflection of her silver looking glass as a thought came back to her. "Thank you, I've always had well behaved hair. Unlike my sister, her hair was always knotted and tangled." She laughed softly as she remembered back.
Arya pulled the brush a bit harder to snag her sisters hair on purpose. 'I couldn't help having tangled hair, it was always wild like fathers' Arya thought to herself with a little grin on her face.
"Oww be careful." Alayne complained, frowning slightly.
"I'm sorry m'lady, I'll try to be more careful." Jayne said, apologizing to her before continuing with her brushing. 'I don't mean it, I'm not really sorry!'
A fortnight later Littlefinger's behaviour at court drew the attention of the lords of The Vale when he started to slur his words. At first everyone thought that maybe he had drunk too much wine, but then he started to rock backwards and forwards slightly on the weirwood throne. It was clear to all that something was seriously wrong with him.
After a long discussion they all agreed that Lord Baelish was too ill to continue ruling in Robin's place. Knowing her true identity they voted and made Sansa, Lady Protector Of The Vale until Robin became of age, if he became of age or until Lord Baelish had recovered from his illness.
The first part of Arya's plan was going well. She knew that Littlefinger would never recover from his illness and it was obvious to all that sickly Robin would never reach adulthood.
For his own safety as well as everyone else's, Littlefinger was confined to his chambers with two men standing guard at his door at all times. This didn't concern Arya though as Alayne had insisted on visiting him each morning and each evening as was expected of her. As Alayne's personal maid she was allowed to go wherever Alayne went so she simply tipped some of her Milk of yhe Mother into his flagon whenever Alayne wasn't looking or if she could she would tip a few drops into his mouth if Littlefinger was asleep.
Arya knew that with two guards posted at his door at all times she would have to find a different way into his chamber when the time came to finish him. She had already started to think of a plan for that. She just needed a little time to think it through thoroughly to make sure that she had planned everything out properly and left nothing to chance. She would also need a little time to put a few things in to place.
By now Jayne and Alayne had forged a strong bond and Alayne trusted her completely. She found it comforting to have somebody from Winterfell with her, someone she could talk about her past and reminisce with when they were alone.
"Do you still sew m'lady? I hear your needlework is exquisite." Jayne asked.
Sansa smiled and shook her head. "I don't sew very often anymore. With Lord Baelish falling ill I've had to take on a lot more responsibilities."
Jayne nodded. "Yes, of course. And what of Lady Arya, I can't imagine she liked sewing very much?"
Sansa smiled as she thought back to their needlework lessons with Septa Mordane. "Oh, Arya used to hate needlework lessons. She used to drive Septa Mordane to distraction sometimes with her crooked stitches." They both giggled picturing Septa Mordane's face.
Two moons later Arya knew that the end was near one evening, when out of paranoia Littlefinger tried to attack Robin, thinking that he was a White Walker coming to get him. This caused Robin to have a bad seizure which would confine him to bed for several days at least. Arya knew that she would have to act quickly before any more innocent people were hurt or worse. She felt guilty for Robin being attacked like that. He was innocent and she meant him no harm, he was her cousin after all.
That night she changed into her grey breeches, top and soft sneaking shoes and sneaked 'as quiet as a shadow' out of her chamber, making her down way to one of the many supply rooms in the lower part of The Eyrie. She quietly crept in the shadows until she found what she was looking for, a rope. There were several to choose from but she was looking for one that could hold her weight and was the right length. Most were too long or too thick and heavy for her to carry, but after a while she eventually found one that was suitable.
She then sneaked 'as swift as a deer' up to the balcony directly above Littlefinger's chambers. She stashed the rope somewhere hidden and safe before quickly returning to her chamber, sticking to the shadows to remain out of sight.
A few nights later Arya thought that it was the perfect time to finish it. She looked out over her balcony to see that it was a calm night and knew for certain that it was the perfect time. She put on her grey breeches and top and her soft sneaking shoes and quietly sneaked out of her chamber. She moved 'as fast as a snake' from shadow to shadow until she came to the balcony above Littlefinger's chambers where she had hidden her rope. She approached the balcony and looked over. She knew from her previous visits that she would have to climb down about thirty feet to reach Littlefinger's balcony. But, if she fell...
'Fear cuts deeper than swords' She whispered to herself as she retrieved her rope and tied it around one of the stone pillars before dropping it over the edge of the balcony. She gave the rope a firm tug to make sure that it was secure and could hold her weight. To her relief it held firm.
Arya then looked down to see that it easily reached the balcony below just as she had planned. 'Fear cuts deeper than swords' She whispered to herself again as she took hold of the rope and carefully climbed out over the edge. 'Fear cuts deeper than swords' She had never been afraid of heights but this was something else, and because it was dark she wouldn't even be able to see how far she would fall even if she looked. 'Fear cuts deeper than swords' Feeling her heart pounding in her chest she forced herself to look straight ahead at the grey rock in front of her as she lowered herself down inch by inch, determined not to look down. 'Fear cuts deeper than swords'
Arya was glad that the weather remained calm, she knew that it could change in an instant in The Eyrie. After a few nervous minutes she climbed down on to Littlefinger's balcony. She slowly opened his balcony door and hid behind the thick blue curtains as she looked inside his chamber to make sure that he was alone. He was alone and asleep on his bed. She took aim and shot him with a poisoned dart to make sure that he wouldn't wake.
When she was satisfied that it was safe she sneaked in to his chamber 'as quiet as a shadow' and pulled the dart from his neck. Arya carefully pulled him off the bed and lowered him onto the floor, making sure that she didn't make a sound. If she alerted the guards now it would all be for nothing.
She then dragged him over to the balcony and with all of her strength she propped him up against it and lifted him over one limb at a time. "Valar morghulis". She whispered as she watched him disappear into the night. Arya quickly tidied his bed to make it look like he had just got out of it and purposely left the door to his balcony slightly open before climbing back up to the balcony above. 'Fear cuts deeper than swords'. She whispered to herself over and over until she reached the balcony above.
Strangely she found going up less frightening than going down, even though her skinny arms and legs were aching by the time she had gotten near to the top. She quickly untied the rope, bundled it up under her arm and ran. 'As fast as a snake'
Arya knew that the guards would check on Littlefinger at first light and wanted to be asleep in bed when the alarm was raised. She ran 'as swift as deer' back down to the store room to replace the rope exactly where she had found it before returning to her chamber.
She kept a close lookout for any guards as she dodged from shadow to shadow. The best thing about The Eyrie was that there was hardly any guards, everyone assumed that they were safe so high in the mountains that there was no need for many which made her sneaking about much easier. Her training in the maze at the House of Black and White helped too, there were no ravens to catch her out so it was easy.
When she was safely back in her chamber she threw the dart and the rest of her Milk of the Mother off Alayne's balcony to cover her tracks before quickly changing into her night clothes and getting into bed. 'It's done, at last' She thought to herself feeling pleased that her plan had worked. Arya closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but none came.
'I killed him! But...he didn't do anything to me?' Unlike the others that she had killed, Polliver, Lord Tywin, the Frey soldier who was boasting about stitching Grey Wind's head to Robb's body. All of them had wronged her or her family in some way and deserved to die. But Littlefinger hadn't done anything as far as she knew. This was the second time that she'd had doubts about becoming a faceless lady, but she trusted Jaqen and Syrio. They were her friends and they had never seen her wrong so far.
At dawn the alarm was finally raised. Jayne sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as a guard came into Alayne's chamber to wake her and tell her the grave news. Jayne got out of bed, stretched and slipped on her soft shoes before walking over to her. "Is something wrong m'lady?"
Alayne looked at her with sadness in her eyes. There were tears too, though Arya could tell that they were tears of joy. "This is terrible, they think that Lord Baelish has committed suicide. He fell or jumped from his balcony?"
'She's happy I can tell, but she acts so proper. She's free at last with nobody to tell her what to do any more' Arya thought, feeling happy for her sister.
A few days later the lords of The Vale officially appointed Sansa as Lady Protector of The Vale until Robin Arryn became of age, if he became of age. She would be known as Lady Alayne Baelish to keep her true identity secret from King's Landing until the time came when it would be safe to reveal her true identity.
Lord Royce also brought some disturbing news with him which had arrived by a raven he had received from King's Landing. Roose Bolton's bastard son Ramsey Snow had now been declared legitimate and Arya Stark was travelling north from King's Landing to Winterfell to marry him.
Sansa was happy to hear that her sister could be alive, if it really was Arya. But, she also knew that this was a move by the Lannisters to seal the north's allegiance to the Bolton's of Winterfell and ultimately to King's Landing.
With her task in The Eyrie complete, Arya's thoughts started turning to her direwolf Nymeria. It had been so long since she had a real wolf dream, the last one was before she had reached The Bloody Gate on her way to The Eyrie. 'Maybe I can't have them as Jayne Snow? I don't even know if Nymeria is still alive, let alone where she is? And was that hooded woman real or just a dream?' Arya had decided that she would complete her training now that she could see Sansa would be safe and finally put her doubts about becoming a faceless lady behind her.
However, Sansa seemed so down in the following days after hearing the news that Arya was to marry Ramsey Bolton. The son of the man who betrayed Robb and now occupied her home, her real home. "I must go to her, I must help her." Sansa said to her one night.
"You mustn't go m'lady, you must stay here where it's safe." Jayne said trying to reassure her. But nothing she said worked, if anything it made Sansa even more determined. 'She's still a wolf' Arya thought to herself, feeling proud of her sister.
Arya felt happy seeing how much she meant to her sister and realised that she would have to think of something to console her somehow. She knew that the lords of The Vale would never allow Sansa to leave the safety of The Eyrie or do anything that would endanger her, so she wasn't too worried that Sansa would go riding off to Winterfell after this fake Arya to save her.
Arya thought it through and realized that she couldn't leave The Eyrie just yet, not with her sister so upset. She couldn't bring herself to leave Sansa like this it wouldn't feel right, so she decided to do one more thing before leaving.
Each night she sat up for a few hours to sew. She remembered how much she hated sewing but this had to be done, it would ease Sansa's suffering. It had been such a long time since she had sewn anything, but she hadn't forgotten what Septa Mordane had taught her back in Winterfell. 'I'm not allowed to reveal my true self, but I can leave you a gift so you know that the real Arya is perfectly safe and well'
After ten more nights her gift was finally finished. 'Not as fine as your needlework sister, but I'm sure you'll love it, crooked stitches and all' Arya thought to herself as she looked over her finished needlework, feeling quite proud of her effort.
Arya then sat in front of her silver looking glass to look at her reflection, the blonde haired, dimple chinned Jayne Snow looked back at her. She closed her eyes and thought about her real face before slowly pulling her hand down to revert back to Arya Stark for the first time in many moons. She opened her eyes to see her tangled bbrown hair and grey Stark eyes and the cute smile her father loved so much.
It had been so long since she had been Arya and it felt nice not having to pretend to be Jayne Snow any more. She put on her grey beeches and top, her soft sneaking shoes and her thick cape and sneaked 'as quiet as a shadow' into Sansa's chamber.
Sansa was fast asleep as Arya placed the crooked direwolf sigil that she had sewn on to the little table next to Sansa's bed with a little note which read 'Farewell sister, we'll be a pack again soon I promise. Keep our little secret until I return to you'
Arya knew that Sansa would recognise her handwriting and the crooked stitches of the Stark direwolf as proof. This should make her realize who Jayne Snow really was all along without having to reveal herself.
She also knew that Sansa would realize that the Arya travelling north to Winterfell from King's Landing was a fake. Then she could stop worrying and remain in The Eyrie where it was safe. But most importantly she would also know to keep her secret safe!
Arya leaned down to peck her sisters forehead before quietly creeping 'as quiet as a shadow' over to the door. She looked over her shoulder and took one last look at her sister and smiled happily before leaving and sneaking off into the night.