meet me in the red sky and dance with me;

[wolfchild]

ota; joint action with robb; forbidden forest;

[ the forbidden forest it may be called, but arya could find little reason for it to be forbidden. she could not see anything that really merited the moniker. she pictured strangling vines, carnivorous flowers, distant screams of animals. what she found was quite tame in comparison.

but even if it had had all what she had imagined, she would go inside regardless. the direwolves were in there.

no one had stopped her today when she tried to walk out in normal clothes so there's no heavy robe to snag on a root or bushes. the clothes are all earth clothes, but they're comfortable and good to move in. she grins up at robb as they walk into the shade. it almost feels like being back north, in the wolfswood, where she was never allowed to join the boys, though bran could even if he was younger and weaker and not as good a rider. having aemon and northern son would make it better, but she doesn't mind walking. less so when she's with her brother. ]

Will you go with me to the pitch tomorrow? You can help me practice. I'm really good at it, did you see?

[ she knows he did. but arya hasn't yet tired of hearing robb tell her he was proud of her. she doesn't think she ever shall. ]

ota; dictated; action for the owlery;

[ the soft sounds of cooing and rustling wings float through the air. seated on the steps to the owlery, arya strokes winter's glossy feathers. though she has her journal open in front of her, arya watches the darkening evening sky. when she speaks, it sounds almost like she's thinking out loud. ]

Where did everyone go today? Why did some have to stay behind?

closed (ｉｎｏ); forward-dated to sunday;

[ early morning and arya is ensconced in a corner of one of the rarely used herbology labs. she ignores the whispering plants and focuses on the papers spread in front of her. she waves her wand over them, muttering furiously under her breath. when nothing happens, she swears. loudly. and very creatively. ]

(( ooc: for the forbidden forest section, both arya and robb will be tagging yours. c: ))

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Forbidden Forest!

[silent_guardian]

[Sandy had heard all of the commotion going on in the castle, all of the confusion by students and teachers alike who remembered that they were not from this world. He, of curse, remembered Paradisa as well as his own world and was well aware that in time they would be returned there so he wasn't worried... yet.

He'd found himself in the Forbidden Forest and had been continually dissuaded from leaving by all manners of creatures. As such he's finally given in to the fact that he's meant to stay in the forest for the duration. He's found plenty of things to do in the meantime, of course... such as making friends with some of the more, shall we say, unique creatures.

Since Arya is so close to Bunnymund it's very likely she can see the little golden man grinning from ear to ear as he holds on to the unicorn's mane as they gallop across the path. What?]

[wolfchild]

[ the sound of shrubbery parting alerted her first. by the time she hears hooves, arya is backing up into robb and pushing him back. but that's—a unicorn!—being ridden—what is that? ]

What was that?

[silent_guardian]

[THAT was one of the Guardians of the Forbidden Forest, young Arya.

The unicorn slows and pulls a slow U-Turn as Sandy notices the pair. They cautiously step back onto the path, the unicorn uneasily regarding them. Sandy, however, grins and waves.]

[wolfskin]

[ ROBB HAS NO IDEA MAN, NO IDEA. He reaches for a sword that is not there, feeling air instead.

Well it is waving, that is... yeah. He's got nothing. ]

[wolfchild]

Who are you?

[ though surprised and more than a little awed, suspicion lines her tone. ]

[silent_guardian]

[The man with her can see him, too? Well that's unexpected, though he should know better than to be surprised by who can see him in this place.

No matter. He hops off of the unicorn. Though it's less of hop and more of a dismount as he floats slowly to the ground. Once his feet touch the ground he smiles, little wisps of golden sand spiraling out from behind his head in elaborate filigree.]

[wolfskin]

[ Robb, being the over protective brother that he is, gently nudges Arya behind him, a frown furrowing his brow. He does not let it show how startled the display has him (though at the same time he truly isn't, for he has seen much in this place), looking every bit the Young Wolf his men named him. ]

State your name, now.

[wolfchild]

[ sometimes, arya is surprised by the difference. robb almost looks a different person: the grave king isn't the brother who plays with her and with whom she japes.

but she is hardly the same with others either. with robb, she does not think to grab the knife hidden up her sleeve. arya does not think to use her wand first. she has near forgot she has it. ]

[silent_guardian]

[Welp good luck getting him to state anything.

He shrugs and opens his mouth uselessly, gesturing to his throat. Sorry, can't speak. Holding out his hands, golden sand accumulates in his palms, trickling between his fingers. Some of that sand spirals off to collect over his head to form a silhouette of a man]