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❦ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʀᴀss
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. ]
[ 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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Having a bit of dissent from within your own walls?
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They have no discipline! They will have to be punished!
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Arya?
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How do you know my name?
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I'm a sword for your brother. You look littler than I remember, piccina, but your voice is just as big.
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Little brumby?
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arya sits up with a tiny frown. ]
Hello?
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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?
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forever!
[ a short distance away she spots the journal. she crawls toward it, and picks it up by the corner. ]
Who's this?
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[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
Who wants to know?
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[And oh...it is her. But she doesn't seem to know him...]
[Must be a loss]
Aha, only the great Zelos Wilder!
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action;
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.
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It took you long enough. You're slow.
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What're you making?
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jiminy christmas where did this tag go
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Now who is this little lady, Grey Wind?
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My name is Arya, my lady. Arya of House Stark.
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Arya. My name is Lucrezia.
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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. ]
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Can I wake up now?
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Arya?
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Seven hells...! You're really tall!
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