Re: Arya, Tyrion, The Doctor, Gil
Gil and Pyewacket listened with interest while she occasionally scratched the Siamese beneath his chin or rubbed his head. She couldn't miss how these two knew each other after all, and caught how the scruffy looking boy was actually a girl. An educated girl of some sort of nobility who had somehow lost her father. Gil knew for a fact medieval times had been brutal. Even those who didn't come from warlock families had been victimised.
Just as she was going to ask which the youngster preferred being called, Arry or Arya, Pyewacket making a sound in his throat and movement in her peripheral vision distracted Gil's attention.
She turned her head, found herself looking at a large white wolf which stood there, staring at them and sniffing the air. The animal had gorgeous fur covering a muscled body about the size of a small pony. The eyes were red and Gil felt they were more intelligent than wolves ought to be.