❦ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʀᴀss

[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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[infanta]

Yes, my lady. Bran the Builder built it. There has always been a Stark in Winterfell.

[inafadingcrown]

[Yep. Now she's seating herself on the floor.] You needn't be so formal. You may call me Galadriel, if you wish.

[infanta]

If you say so, Lady Gala-Galadriel.

[ she tried. ]

Are you a fairy?

[inafadingcrown]

I am an elf. Does that mean aught to you?

[infanta]

No.

[ she shakes her head still staring. ]

Are you real?

[inafadingcrown]

I am as real as you are.

[She holds out her hand, inviting Arya to touch.] See for yourself.

[infanta]

[ arya pokes galadriel's wrist and quickly retracts her hand. when she proves solid she tries to grasp the other's wrist between her index finger and her thumb. giggling, she pulls her hand to her chest. ]

Are you a dragon too?

[inafadingcrown]

A ridiculous question! I do not have nearly enough scales to be a dragon. [A point she decides to...tickle the person who asked it. That's entirely logical, right?]

[infanta]

[ totally. arya shrieks in laughter and squirms. ]

No! No! Don't!

[inafadingcrown]

[Still laughing, she drops her hands to her sides.] If you insist.

[infanta]

[ a pause.

then she jumps on galadriel to tickle her. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, no! A little known fact- Galadriel is rather ticklish. It's not long before she's laughing so hard that she can scarcely speak (though how much is just from mirth is a matter for debate).] Mercy! Mercy!

[infanta]

[ she moves back looking rather (read: extremely) proud of herself. ]

You have been defeated! Will you now swear your fealty to me?

[inafadingcrown]

You will have my sword, my lady.

[infanta]

[ though she tries to wear her father's lord face, the one she'd heard her mother tease him about, a smile threatens. ]

Do you have a sword?

[inafadingcrown]

I do. [Well, technically Celeborn was the one who had it made, so it's more properly his sword. But she can use it well enough. Though she probably should have one more suited to her made.] Does that surprise you?

[infanta]

I'm not allowed one. Jon says girls aren't meant to have swords.

[inafadingcrown]

I am afraid I must disagree with him, in that case. It is rare, where I am from, for women to take up arms, but it is certainly not forbidden.

[infanta]

That's what I said. Queen Nymeria is remembered as a warrior. She conquered all of Dorne.

[inafadingcrown]

Now that is a story I should like to hear someday.

[infanta]

You've never heard it? [ you poor summer child. ] It's a song.

[inafadingcrown]

I come from somewhere very far from your Winterfell. We have songs and stories of our own.

[infanta]

Did you sail across the sea?

[inafadingcrown]

[The question startles her at first with how relevant it is. But it's a coincidence, nothing more. She shakes her head.]

I am quite certain you would not have heard of my home at all, pinig, but I will tell you of it, if you wish.

[infanta]

[ STORY TIME *^* bran would have loved this. ]

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