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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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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.

[infanta]

Never heard of you.

[unvarnished]

Not surprising. I'm not anybody special. [liar]

[infanta]

You're a liar.

[unvarnished]

Now why would you say that, Arya?

[infanta]

Because everyone is special. Everyone's needed. Father says so.

[ you saying her daddy is a liar, punk. ]

[unvarnished]

Your father sounds like a wise man.

[infanta]

My father is Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. [ with the obvious implication that of course he is wise. ]

[unvarnished]

Impressive. My father's just a carpenter.

[infanta]

Are you, as well?

[unvarnished]

I guess I could build a table if needed, but I prefer being a writer.

[infanta]

[ a writer? ] What do you write?

[unvarnished]

Stories that I'm told, mostly. The histories of friends I made.

[infanta]

You're a poet.

[ sansa would love him. arya does not care. she leaves the journal to continue with her previous task. ]

[unvarnished]

I could spin a verse or two.

[wait did she... already leave]

[infanta]

[ her voice comes from far away. ]

I don't care for poetry.

[unvarnished]

No problem, kiddo. I'll talk to you another time. [hopefully Robb already knows about this and is looking out for her]

[infanta]

[ oh. okay. ]

Goodbye.