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[wolfchild]

[ She stumbles into snow. The cold slices into her. Soaked, filthy, with travel-stained clothes turned almost to rags on her skinny frame and matted, tangled hair only just growing out again, she looks little like a girl, much less like the missing younger Stark daughter.

She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. Her face is uncomfortably hot yet she's freezing. Her shivering near knocks her off her feet as she clambers up the steps. ]

My mother…

[ Arya feels her eyes fill with tears. She was going to find her mother and her brother. She was almost home. It wasn't fair. ]

Comments

[not_mafia]

[Yep, just going to stare at her awhile.

AND THEN, REALIZATION.]

Arya?!

[wolfchild]

[ Still ignoring him. ]

[not_mafia]

What happened to you?

[wolfchild]

[ She doesn't bother answering as she starts climbing stairs. All she wants is a place to change out of her sodden clothes and be alone. ]

[not_mafia]

Arya? [He calls up to her, but he doesn't follow her. :/ She seemed pretty troubled... Guess he'll have to filter to her later.]