paradisa | meet me in the red sky and dance with me;

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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Oh. I'm sorry. [ a pause. ] See? That wasn't complicated.

Don't worry about it, better off the way I am now.

[He had left out a mother load of details. Like the fact that the problem could be fixed but at the possible cost of his memory and personality, and that he over heard his father saying that losing those might be a good thing, so Blues left before any of that could happen. You know all the issues that actually made it complicated.]

Hm, I suppose you were right

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...but you're a ghost.

Maybe I like being one.

[Though he couldn't wait to for everything to return to normal so he could continue being a robot. Still, being a ghost was better than the time he had spent as a human in Japan.]

Why? You can't touch anything. You can't do anything. It means you're dead.

All downsides to it, yes. I can do a little, and that's enough for me.

I'd take it over spending every waking moment in pain.

They couldn't have given you anything for the pain?

[ or a mercy. protip: arya's kinda terrible. ]

I did say it was complicated, didn't I?

[For one, how he experienced pain was completely different than anyone else. Blues is normally pretty terrible himself, but this is what he gets for talking about robot death and beating around the bush about it.]

That's not complicated. That's cruel.

Perhaps, but it was my own choice.

Then you're stupid. Who picks suffering without need?

[ on her shoulder, winter cries, "Snow!" ]

So you say. I had my reasons, I don't regret my choice.

You'd be too late to regret anything.

[ she turns her head to the raven, letting her hand run down his belly. he nibbles lightly at her fingers. ]

Perhaps a little, yes.

[He'll just float on the spot for the moment, he doesn't exactly want to float through any of the other owls and spook them. So he's a little stuck at the moment.]

Are you planning something?

You said yourself that I couldn't do anything. What's there to plan?

You're the one looking like he wants something.

[He'd really like to have physical form, but well there's no use complaining about that when he should really only be stuck like this for a few days.]

And what makes you think that?

I can tell.

You'd be wrong.

[Except that she's not]

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Then go.

I will when I'm good and ready to.

You've naught to do so that would have been a while ago.

I'm not doing lingering. It's a ghost thing.

It's an annoying thing.

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