Snow was falling on the Eyrie. Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. Already the snowfall lay thick upon the garden below, blanketing the grass, dusting the shrubs and statues with white and weighing down the branches of the trees. The sight took Sansa back to cold nights long ago, in the long summer of her childhood. She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. – Sansa, ASOS.
Probably my favorite Sansa scene ❤️