ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ♚ thought you needed some time alone

[wolfskin]

In light of rec─ [ the sentence stops suddenly and a low feral growl can be heard from the journal, then a scuffle. robb tries to call out but to no avail, the whole lack of voice thing puts a hamper on that. the cold look he settles for does little as well.

grey wind has his journal. grey wind is tearing apart his journal.

and just as robb's written words stopped suddenly before so does the sound of a direwolf tearing apart his journal. welp someone is clearly not happy.

don't expect anything from the king in the north for a while, he will be attempting to master the art of silent scolding. ]

Comments

[unvarnished]

[August knows that it's just Grey Wind, but the abrupt cut-off is still a little unsettling with all that's going on. He's going to give it the benefit of the doubt for now and write a quick note]

Your Grace, respond when able. Everything okay?

[wolfskin]

[ he responds some time later, taking momentary possession of arya's journal. ]

Aye, all is well. [ missing voices aside. ] It was only Grey Wind.

[unvarnished]

Just checking. Let me know if you need me. [not that Robb would, but August gives the offer]

[wolfchild]

[ meanwhile arya is flopped on the couch with nymeria for a pillow and curry on her chest, watching this happen and smirking like a brat.

that's it. that's the tag. ]

[wolfskin]

[ u r the worst sister.

robb is just... exasperated ─ well as exasperated someone can be without a fucking voice. ]

[wolfchild]

[ curry gets momentarily shoved onto the couch as arya turns on her side to slap her hand a few times on the ground. sensing her intentions, nymeria barks too to grab grey wind's attention. ]

[wolfskin]

[ it works! whoo! grey wind stops and looks over at his sister, growling lowly. ]

[wolfchild]

[ nymeria whisks her tail and barks again. arya slaps her hand a few more times then holds it out in open gesture for grey wind to approach. ]

[wolfskin]

[ grey wind huffs before dropping the journal and trots over arya's open hand. ]

[wolfchild]

[ arya scratches under his jaw. wrapping an arm around his neck, she kisses him on the nose. over grey wind's head, she shoots robb a smirk. your wolf loves me~ ]

[wolfskin]

[ her affections seem to settle him, if only a touch. he nuzzles her slightly and flops onto the floor.

robb simply watches, mouth twisting ever so slightly. yes, yes he does. if he could say thank you for calming the direwolf down he would. instead he grabs a piece of paper and scrawls it. ]

My thanks, sister.

[wolfchild]

[ nymeria noses grey wind. she settles down next to him to groom him. arya looks up from to catch sight of the message. her smirk fades. her lips thin slightly in what might once been a smile. arya remains on her side perched on the very edge so she can stroke grey wind's back.

losing her voice now is hardly troublesome. she's barely spoken in weeks. ]

[fantasies]

[Henry flaps his arms, which he seems to think will help, but really just riles up Bandit, too.

FAMILY.]

[wolfskin]

[ you tried henry. you tried.

look at least bandit's antics and your arm flailing have brought a smile to his face? POINTS FOR YOU. ]

[fantasies]

[Henry grins back and drapes himself over Bandit's back to try and calm him down, or at least restrain him.

It doesn't really help. Just results in more soundless wriggling.]

[wolfskin]

[ robb laughs... soundlessly but he does it anyway. he gets off his seat and walks over to henry and bandit, stroking the dog's head and neck. just calm down boy, gosh. ]

[fantasies]

[Bandit calms more or less immediately, which makes Henry wrinkle his nose and do (what he seems to think are) disgruntled jazz hands.

Why are you better than him at this.]

[wolfskin]

[ henry, henry. what are you doing with your hands? what is that even?

don't be jealous that robb has more experience with dogs alright, he will teach you his secret techniques someday. he promises. robb shrugs, as if understanding the flailing of hands, before waving henry closer. ]

[fantasies]

[He goes obediently, patting Bandit one more time on the head, and (apparently feeling the need to act out literally everything) makes an exaggerated, questioning face.]

[wolfskin]

[ robb takes henry's hand, guiding it gentling over the back of bandit's head and neck in a slow pattern. like this see? look he is trying to teach you a good way of calming him, pups like pats and stuff you know. ]

written

[fuckelves]

[Thorin stares, a brow tilted at the page as he sees the sentence suddenly stop. He doesn't know about Grey Wind, and thus is rather concerned.]

Are...you all right lad?

[Better to ask before going charging into someone's room like a maniac.]

[wolfskin]

[ aww yeah using sister's journal. ] I am. The recent events have placed my direwolf on edge.

[fuckelves]

Understandable, we all are. Hopefully he will settle in time.

On another note, I do not believe we have met.

[wolfskin]

Mayhaps.

Aye, we have not.

[fuckelves]

Then let me be the first to extend an introduction:

I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, and King Under the Mountain.

[wolfskin]

[ another king? ]

Well met, our current circumstances aside. I am Robb Stark of House Stark, King in the North, and King of the Trident.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin's thinking precisely the same thing; another king...and this one with two titles to his one? Hm...he's not sure how he feels about that.]

Well met indeed - though you're quite correct, differing circumstances would indeed have been more desirable.

If I may ask, what is the significance of the title 'King of the Trident'?

[wolfskin]

[ just be glad this isn't daenerys with her a million titles. ]

My home is made of seven kingdoms, all under the the rule of the king upon the Iron Throne. However a war broke out that splintered the kingdoms, when I was crowned King in the North I was in the Riverlands and was also crowned King of the Trident. The riverlords no longer wished to be ruled by the Iron Throne and named me their king also.

[fuckelves]

[Ah yes, that would not sit well with Thorin at all. Plus, he hates dragons so that's just begging for trouble...]

I see, so there is much conflict in your land? I understand that concept all too well. But it is admirable to see such leadership from one so young as yourself! I commend you, lad!

[wolfskin]

[ robb does not reply swiftly, perhaps he is writing, perhaps not. he tries not to take the words to heart, this other king is in fact complimenting him and yet... ]

My thanks.

[sonatilove]

A monster???

[wolfskin]

Not a monster, a direwolf.

[sonatilove]

Sounds like a monster got it.

[wolfskin]

I assure you that is not the case.