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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[wolfskin]

[ He shakes his, inspecting the branch she brandishes as a sword. ]

Nothing. [ A lie, one he does not feel well about at all. Yet he is not certain of poisoning the relaxed air they find themselves in with regrets and bitter longings. ]

I wonder how large this forest is. [ He looks up at the trees above their heads. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she thinks he's lying. but arya has lied to him too. he has not pressed, nor will she. ]

It looks big. I went up to the highest tower and had a look around. Mayhaps we can find a map later.

[ she flicks a rock aside with her stick. walking on the balls of her feet, she tries to be as quiet as nymeria. the fallen leaves keep crinkling underfoot. ]

[wolfskin]

[ He nods. ]

A map would do us well.

[ Robb follows along, not in the slightest being as stealthy as his dear sister. ]

Are you listening for them?

[wolfchild]

[ why you gotta be so loud, bro. you're putting a cramp in her style. ]

No. I'm reaching for her.

[wolfskin]

[ reaching for them. he had not thought of that, perhaps because he is not quite used to the thought. he is a warg, but struggles to accept it. ]

Can you feel her?

[wolfchild]

[ a little pause. ]

We're hunting. I don't know what it is, it doesn't smell like anything I've smelled before.

[ she does not notice how strange it would sound, we instead of they. in her mind's eye, she runs. she can feel leaves underfoot as she races over roots and between trees, her brother at her side. the forest is old and powerful; she can smell it in the air. and in the air too is a strange smell. it isn't warm. but it's food. ]

[wolfskin]

[ we. robb shifts his weight, fingers flexing. we instead of they. the wolves are apart of them, mother said so, as did arya, and he cannot deny it fully though he oft tries. ]

Tell me what you can see.

[wolfchild]

Something dark. And big. It's still far away. But we're catching up.

[ though barely cognizant of her own surroundings, she continues walking. her mouth waters and she can near taste the meat. ]

[wolfskin]

[ robb keeps close, watching their surroundings just as much as he watches her. he wonders what she is seeing through nymeria's eyes, what creature the wolves have apparently hunted down. but he does not reach out, if he did there would be no one to protect arya while she looks through her wolf's eyes. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she stops abruptly and starts to laugh, a high, disbelieving sound. she turns around with a wide grin. ]

It's a giant spider! They took down a giant spider!

[wolfskin]

A giant spider? [ honestly he shouldn't be that surprised, but he cannot help himself, it writes itself all over his face before a grin. (pride) ]

They do not want for worthy prey here.

[wolfchild]

Come! Let's find them!

[ she runs into the brush. ]

[wolfskin]

[ robb calls after her but it is a little too late, the younger stark is already on the move and robb is quick to follow keeping her in his sights. he prays, by the gods does he pray, that she knows where she is going. ]

[wolfchild]

[ swift as a deer, arya dashes over roots and stones. she's quick because she has always been, because she has had to be. she runs expecting robb to follow.

she stops abruptly, listening hard. cupping her hands around her mouth, arya howls. to her left comes a long answering howl. her skin breaks out into goosprickles, but arya only grins and runs toward the sound.

the spider lies half in a stream and half on the bank. though easily twice the size of either wolf, they managed to bring it down attacking the legs. arya can see one hairy leg in the bushes on the other side; another leg lies in the stream like a fallen log. she makes a quiet sound of amazement and moves to get closer. ]

[wolfskin]

[ follow he does, to the best of his abilities. it is not difficult for him to keep pace with her as swift as his little sister is. he strains his ears to listen to the howl, a grin finding his face as well as hers.

his feet slow only when they reach the spider, the massive creature setting robb's eyes wide. pride swells in his chest observing the tore off legs. they are feasting, he thinks he can taste the blood in his mouth - a queer sort of taste, not as coppery as the blood of deers.

he moves in opposite to arya around the corpse, slowly and straining his neck to see. ]