It was a late start to Lyanna's day. The cat had kept her up during the night, scratching at the wall where there must be a mouse making a nest. Barnabas had yowled her, as though she could punch a hole in the wall for him to crawl through. She'd done her best to wrangle him and push him out of her room, but that didn't stop him from squatting in front of her door and begging to be let back in.

So because of the cat, she had missed sunrise and her usual time to get up and go into the woods for hunting. Everyone else had apparently gotten started with their day, as the paths were fairly absent of people and she could see figures out in the fields. There was only one other girl wandering about, and from the look on her face, she was miserable.

"Are you all right," Lyanna asked, slinging her bow over her shoulder as she approached the woman. She looked to be about her age, already raising a bit of excitement in her. There were so few people that were her age, it stood out. "Did you just arrive?"