Gone was the brash princess with a sharp tongue, dressed like a boy. Arya had indeed turned into a capable warrior, but it seemed that the sword no longer held her interest as much. Her good sister still disdained the finer womanly arts and loved riding and hawking, but that was it. She had discarded the boyish clothes and her grey steel cuirass in favour of a grey riding gown that showed off her curves perfectly. However, Shireen suspected that there were still a couple of daggers underneath. Arya had a smaller bosom than her sister but moved with the graceful agility of a shadowcat. Her steely eyes and sharp face made for a lovely combination, together with her long hair woven in a single large braid.