I'm dying to know, tell me is it my fault?

[persequor]

ᴄᴀᴛᴇʟʏɴ ]
[ It is dark, but Arya can see. Nymeria is unbothered by the night; her yellow eyes seem to glow. Falling instinctively back on her water dancing training, Arya slips quietly into her mother's room. Approaching the bed, she pokes Cat's arm. ]

Mother.


ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴᴀ ]
Lady Morgana? I've a question.


ᴛsᴜɴᴀ ]
[ Upon finding his room, Arya hammers on the door. If he is not in there, she will have Nymeria hunt him down. ]


ᴛᴏɴʏ ]
Can you help me make something?


ᴢᴇʟᴏs ]
[ Arya had waited until a day after she saw him again in the gardens. She stole down before he arrived and left a warm yellow jingle bell necklace tied to a scroll. The wax seal bears a direwolf. Inside, in Arya's quick, jagged hand, is a brief message.

Now you cannot lose your heart again.

Arya herself watches from the window so no one else can stumble upon it and take it. ]

Comments

arya stark

[scinlae]

Then ask it.

lady morgana

[persequor]

Can-can you use magic to stop nightmares?

arya stark

[scinlae]

[ She is silent for a moment. Nightmares. The wound is still too fresh. ]

I may be able to spell something that will help keep them at bay.

lady morgana

[persequor]

Thank you. [ Her voice is quiet. ] How does it—?

arya stark

[scinlae]

All you will need to do is wear it or have it close to you. [ She is, of course, aiming to duplicate the magic her sister used on her bracelet for arya. ] You do not seem the sort of wear jewels, but if I got you a plain bracelet or a ring, would you keep it?

lady morgana

[persequor]

Yes. I've a bracelet. Can you use that?

arya stark

[scinlae]

I can use that, yes.

lady morgana

[persequor]

When shall I give it to you?

arya stark

[scinlae]

When do you want to rid yourself of your nightmares?

lady morgana

[persequor]

[ Point. ]

Where shall I give it to you?

arya stark

[scinlae]

[ Yeah, yeah, exactly. ]

The castle's courtyard will do.

lady morgana

[persequor]

I'll see you there.

[ Grabbing bracelet and walking out, yep. ]

[scinlae]

[ She closes the journal and heads out herself, unlikely arriving before Arya as she has to walk from the effing town. But whatever details. She arrives when she arrives dressed in black and green. ]

[persequor]

[ Arya waits with Nymeria. The direwolf spots Morgana first. Attuned to Nymeria, Arya stops playing with the bracelet in her hands. The girl looks wan, but she still offers Morgana a small smile. ]

[scinlae]

[ She greets the direwolf silently before approaching, head tilted slightly. The Lady Morgana rises again, she thinks, merging with the witch into something unknown. She appears as warn as Morgana feels and it is in that she completely sells herself on helping her. ]

You look tired.

[wilder]

[And sure enough, he comes down there for practice. What else is there to do when you don't feel like sleeping, after all?]

[He finds the note with the bell. The direwolf gives it away as something familiar and he picks up, before glancing around to see if he can find the giver. ]

[persequor]

[ Try up and you might. ]

[persequor]

[ Arya raises a hand to her face. ]

I do?

[wilder]

[he does! He looks at the different windows and tilts his head a little when he sees Arya's window]

[scinlae]

[ A nod, she is keenly familiar with the look. Having seen it in her own reflection for many years. ]

[persequor]

[ She ducks out of sight. When Nymeria barks, Arya shushes her. ]

[wilder]

[He smiles up at the tower, trying not to chuckle too much at such a cute reaction. He doesn't know if Catelyn is up there, so he's not gonna go up there, instead he'll simply call out]

Thank you, my little wolf.

[persequor]

[ She pops back up to hiss down: ] Shut up. You'll wake everyone.

[ She is also not red. Trick of the light. ]

[wilder]

[he chuckles a little and grins a bit more at her]

[He then unwraps the necklace from the letter, ever so carefully and look at it free from the letter, before he starts tying it to his scabbard]

[persequor]

[ Arya watches, keeping silent. She perches on the windowsill; Nymeria pokes her head over it. ]