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[infanta]

robb;
[ not yet dawn and arya is already awake. bored of waiting for robb to wake, she pokes his cheek. ]

Robb. Robb. Can I wake up now? Robb, can I wake up? Ro-obb!


accidental dictation; action for the ballroom;
[ though she managed to escape robb's supervision, arya is not alone. a gray wolf pup with golden eyes darts constantly between her legs. robb told her the pup's name is nymeria and arya loves her already. grey wind follows both. he assigned himself as their guard, and has been growling in warning at anyone who might come close. ]

Stop it. You're being silly.

[ arya chastises him after one time too many. she has been trying to make winterfell out of pillows and blankets. all she needs to do is ask the air and she gets as many pillows as she may want. she has already got the double walls done, and is trying to figure out how to make the great hall stay up. but grey wind continues interrupting.

she puts her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes at the offending beast. he huffs and bumps her. not expecting it, she falls. nymeria yelps, barely getting out of the way. arya sits stunned on the floor before rounding on grey wind. ]

Grey Wind, you stupid! I almost fell on Nymeria! No, don't kiss me now. I don't want— Don't— [ the rest is lost in a fit of giggles. ]

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[savethedarkness]

[M is coming down from the clinic to get lunch before tackling the second half of the paperwork for the day, when she comes across this sight. she recognizes the wolves, first, then grins at the sight of Arya. true, she's surprised at her sudden difference in age, but she's even more glad to see she has the chance to be a child].

Having a bit of dissent from within your own walls?

[infanta]

[ on her back, assaulted by a near-grown direwolf and a yipping ball of fur, it takes her a while to realize a woman came in. arya hugs nymeria to her chest, the pup wriggling and licking the girl's neck and chin. though grey wind recognizes m, he keeps himself between her and the two little ones. ]

They have no discipline! They will have to be punished!

[savethedarkness]

Oh, yes, quite. What does the Lady of the Castle propose? [she is trying so hard not to grin, but... well. even she is not immune to how welfare le this is, really.]

[assassino]

[Ezio is passing the door, but backtracks a few steps to poke his head in when he sees wolves inside. As expected, there's a little girl, too, though one smaller than he recalls her being. He watches her play for a moment, amused, and then pipes up:]

Arya?

[infanta]

[ nymeria, now a tiny ball of fluff, growls and gambols forward toward ezio. a bark from grey wind has her flinch and return to crawl into arya's lap. even so young, some of her inherently suspicious nature shows through. the girl's eyes narrow. ]

How do you know my name?

[assassino]

[He chuckles, entering the ballroom.]

I'm a sword for your brother. You look littler than I remember, piccina, but your voice is just as big.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[What? But...no it's got to be her...right?]

Little brumby?

[infanta]

[ LET'S ASSUME ROBB INFORMED HER OF GIANT TALKING RABBIT TO SPARE BUNNY MORE HEARTACHE OKAY? OKAY.

arya sits up with a tiny frown. ]

Hello?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Excellent]

Are you okay, Arya? You're... [Younger. A loss. A change in timeline. It could be anything, he needs to play this carefully] How long have you been here?

dictated

[unvarnished]

Arya? [he's pretty sure it's her, but she sounds younger than when they last spoke. And she's laughing, which is a strange sound to hear coming from her]

forever!

[infanta]

What—?

[ a short distance away she spots the journal. she crawls toward it, and picks it up by the corner. ]

Who's this?

[unvarnished]

It's August. [he doesn't really know how else to identify himself to her] August W. Booth.

Dictated

[wilder]

Huh?

[While he had only been passing through the journal, someone knowing those wolves names and being friendly with them? Seems very odd]

- Arya?

yeah that thing

[infanta]

[ wow a lot of strangers know her name. this is a bit odd. ]

Who wants to know?

[wilder]

[It's cause you're famous!]

[And oh...it is her. But she doesn't seem to know him...]

[Must be a loss]

Aha, only the great Zelos Wilder!

action;

[fantasies]

[In his defense, he was an only child. And the thing about being an only child is that you don't really get a lot of experience chasing after younger siblings to keep them out of trouble. Arya is older than him anyway (normally, technically) and is always the one keeping him out of trouble (normally, technically).

He's trying, anyway.

Henry sticks his head into the ballroom, gives it a half-hearted once-over, and pulls himself halfway out before it registers that, yes, she's actually here. He drags himself back in, smiling widely.]

Found you! Finally.

[infanta]

[ she smirks. arya starts trying to prop up blankets with the sticks she wished for. ]

It took you long enough. You're slow.

[fantasies]

No, you're just fast. Don't worry, I know better now.

What're you making?

[lucre]

[ The little girl strikes her as familiar and the wolves certainly help, but it is the giggling that throws her off. Arya doesn't giggle. The girl hardly ever smiles. She stops at a careful distance and smiles to herself at the group. ]

Now who is this little lady, Grey Wind?

[infanta]

[ grey wind trots toward lucrezia to greet her. nymeria hurries after him, though arya snatches her up when the pup runs by her. she gets to her feet, her long brown hair loose and tangled down her back. it had not seen a brush that morning. the puppy wriggles in her grasp, but arya holds her to her chest. ]

My name is Arya, my lady. Arya of House Stark.

[lucre]

[ She rubs Grey Wind's neck when he comes close enough, even if her attention is still fully on the little girl. She furrows her brow only a moment before breaking into another smile. ]

Arya. My name is Lucrezia.

[wolfskin]

[ He cannot say for certain what wakes him up, be it the poke or the smaller voice of Arya, but when he wakes he does so suddenly, eyes wide and he jerks instincts guiding his hand for his sword. Listening but not finding the growls of his wolf he relaxes, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. ]

Arya?

[ His sight clears after a moment, revealing the visage of the younger of the girls- but as he remembers her at such a young age. Smile, he should smile but he cannot make it form upon his lips.

A castle trick. It has invaded his dreams, or used some sort of vile magic to turn his sister into her younger self before tragedy visited the halls of their home. He fills no joy in the sight of her, only bitterness and distaste for the power that has brought this. It is not right, it is not fair.

But then very little is. ]

[infanta]

[ her thoughts are not so dark. she pushes away her hair from her face. arya blinks at him with large grey eyes. she had stopped poking him in favor of getting in close, her face next to his on the pillow. her finger taps him on the nose. ]

Can I wake up now?

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel lingers for a moment in the doorway of the ballroom, a faint smile on her face. This really is a sweet moment and she's not entirely sure that she should interrupt. Eventually, though, curiosity and amusement make her speak up.]

Arya?

[infanta]

[ she turns her head--and her mouth drops open. ]

Seven hells...! You're really tall!