ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ sɪɴɢ ʜᴇʏ-ʏᴀ ʜᴇʏ-ʏᴀ

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[It's the sudden sound of laughter, mid laugh. After a few second of this, it's clear no one knows the journal has fallen open. It's nice the snow. She's fallen back on the ground and tilts her head to catch some snowflakes on her tongue.]

It is not so easy to do, to catch them on your tongue.

I can do it! Ahh! [ The younger of the pair follows the other's lead. ] Ha! I got one!

[Sansa laughs, and when Arya is distracted, she throws a small handful of snow at her mouth.]

Now you've got a lot.

[ A shocked gasp is followed by spluttering laughter as Arya proceeds to pelt Sansa with as much snow as she can. ]

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[songsandstories]

[Once upon a time, this would have outraged the eldest Stark daughter. She would not dare to soil her petticoat, and what nerve did Arya have to pelt snow. She would have shouted her name and stormed off.

Now is so much different. To even have Arya again is something she doesn't take for granted. And instead of shouting, she laughs and tries to duck out of the way of the incoming snow.]

Arya! I yeild, I yeild. [Spoken through a fit of giggles.]

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[ She pauses long enough to fix a severe look on her face. The effect is tarnished by the twitch of a smile. ]

For true?

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[songsandstories]

[Would a Stark truly yeild? She manages to throw another handful at her.]

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[persequor]

[ N O P E. Which is why Arya was still clutching a good ball of snow which she uses to retaliate. She jumps on Sansa to rub snow into her hair. ]

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[songsandstories]

[She squeals when the snow touches her skin. Using her height as an advantage, she tries to roll the smaller girl off of her.]

Hope you don't mind a silly gray-skinned kid who was hoping for this very thing =3

[kid_apocalypse]

[He'd first seen the snow out of the window in his room, and hoping that someone might beat him to the punch, Evan had taken his sweet time in bundling up for the weather. He didn't really need to, but he liked the illusion of normalcy, and it helped disguise the most obvious of his physical abnormalities. To that end, he's wearing a red and white striped toque on his head, a similarly colored scarf around his neck and lower half of his face, and black winter coat, with red gloves. He approaches the pair, waving.]

Hey! Mind if I join you?

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Hey! [ She latches on like a leech. Triumphantly, she cries: ] I've got you!

[persequor]

[ Arya stops her attack in order to look over at the newcomer. Usually, she wouldn't mind having more people to play with. But who knows if this would make Sansa stop. She looks to her sister in question. ]

[assassino]

[Ezio is a huge baby and he dislikes snow, but he dislikes being cooped up even more. So there he is, intending to go to the stables to go for a ride, but caught watching the two girls frolic.]

Ah, such wild girls...

[willrememberthat]

[The sound of fun has Clementine peeking over a mound of snow. It's not doing a very good job of keeping her out of sight, given how tiny it is.

She can't remember the last time she heard people laughing and playing. She wants to go join, but her playground etiquette's suffered the last few months.]

[persequor]

[ Ezio pls. Little Northern babies learn to walk in snow. Pls.

Arya, for her part, doesn't pay him too much attention. She's too focused on her task, which boils down to shove all the snow down the back of Sansa's dress. ]

[persequor]

[ During a lull in the snow battle, Arya notices the other girl. She dances away from Sansa so she can better evade anything thrown at her. ]

Hello.

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[songsandstories]

[She rolls Arya onto her back, digging her knees into the ground. She never would imagine she would be rolling on the ground with her sister. Ever.]

Do you now?

[willrememberthat]

Hi. [She smiles, giving a tiny wave. It feels like she hasn't seen anyone her age in a long time, though everything with Duck couldn't have been that long ago.]

I'm Clementine. What's your name?

[songsandstories]

[And she's screeching at the sudden coldness down her back. DO NOT WANT.

It's only then she sees the familiar face and tries to straighten herself, which only makes Arya bump into her.]

Ezio.

[persequor]

Arya. [ She doesn't wave back. ]

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[ She tries to squirm away, using both her smaller size and wiry strength to her favor. When that fails, she opts for pelting Sansa with snow. ]

[willrememberthat]

Are you having a snow war?

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[songsandstories]

[The sudden onslaught of snow makes her release her grip on her sister, backing off enough to shield herself.]

[assassino]

[Smile]

Salve, ladies. Enjoying the snow?

[persequor]

[ Arya snickers. ]

She's not.

[songsandstories]

[She glares back at Arya.]

I am so.

[persequor]

[ Scoff. ]

It's hardly a war.

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[ladywinter]

[This? This does her heart good to see. Her girls getting along. And she's in a fine enough mood that, on impulse, she does something rather unexpected.

She gathers a handful of snow, forms it into a little ball, and pelts it at Arya.]

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[persequor]

[ Hit! Arya whirls around in surprise and her mouth drops open when she sees the culprit. ]

Mother!