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           THERE IS NO GREATER SPEED than a mother who rushes to the rescue of her child – except, in such rare and remarkable cases, for sofie – a wily, wiry young girl who moved ever so quickly, more often than not without first looking at where she was going. it has become, and has always been, the b a n e of her mother’s existence, particularly in this very moment. sofie, in her youthful sprinting ( a ways beyond her mother down the path ), has run her entire body straight into the bottom half of a STRANGER, and were not said stranger so very tall, the small nord would have toppled the woman to the ground. 

               and war has made mother a watchful, worrisome thing – who darts to put herself between the child and the woman she had barreled into ( grabbing the young one by the scruff of the neck and h a u l i n g her back with a gruff and gravelly - “  get going !  ” ).      I am sorry,     says the soldier, eyes trained unmoving on the woman before her – young girl huddled into the curve of her mother’s back.      she meant you no harm.  

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         and was the province not so unstable and the CREATURES who lurked the lands not so cruel, brienne would have, perhaps, not staggered on her feet quite so hard as she did. and yet she did, and yet her boots did FALTER on the dirt and send her back a foot and a moment, until she REGAINED her senses and watched the girl be pulled back, another body interposed between them. she startled easily, and her expression betrayed it just as well as the rest of her body; she looked ‘pon the woman with her brows RAISED and the SLIGHT of confusion in her eyes.

                 ❛ i’m sure she meant no HARM, ❜      she spoke. her voice was deep and close to the register of a man’s, but it was not unkind; more like, it was knowledge of the child that struck her softer.      ❛ she did no harm. ❜      her gaze FLICKERED down to the child, then back up to the WOMAN. the mother, or so the warrior guessed. she seemed a warrior herself, or perhaps one with hold here, and brienne couldn’t help admiring they way she stood, and kept CHILD, for a moment.      ❛ is she your own?