The trout sigil of House Tully was unmistakable, of course. With it came more than a few hundred knights, many of them hedge knights freshly wed to Fr...y and Rivers girls as prizes probably better than they would otherwise have for at least another year. Lord Edmure Tully, Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands (the title used to be “Lord Paramount of the Trident,” but Edmure preferred a stronger association with Riverrun itself), rode eagerly into camp at the head of his. The shell exploded way up in the tree tops and splinters and light debris fell on them. Even though no one had been hurt, Niki saw the young boy jump out of the trench. The sergeant saw him, too, and went after him. In four or five strides he caught him by the collar. Pulling him around he began to push him back to the trench. Suddenly a flash of light was followed by a loud boom and clods of earth were thrown over everyone. When Niki looked back up, he couldn’t tell that two people had once. Even without my new senses, I would have been able to tell. It’s no wonder why, she had spent the last 20 minutes trying to get off. I’m surprised she didn’t make squishing noises when she walked. I made a show of looking up when she came into the room and giving her a questioning look as she sat down on the end of the couch, me at the other end. That was unusual in itself. In the rare event that we did watch tv in the same room, she was usually on the love seat and I on the couch. The fact. The pretty blonde is at the bus stop again. This time she is sipping hot tea from a travel mug and watching the birds fly by. I can see the steam from her cup rising lazily in the still morning air.By the end of the day I am dragging and it feels like the walk back from the train station is about five kilometers instead of a couple of blocks. I get home and Lori informs that she had invited people for supper. Bollocks to that, I am not having it, not tonight. I feel like hell and in no mood to.