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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[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. ]