ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ

[wolfchild]

Room Filter;
[ Arya has a pile of clothes on the floor. One by one, she cuts and rips them. Miraculously, not a single dress has fallen victim. That honor fell upon a grey robe of rough spun wool and a fine page's outfit, which bears on its breast the flayed man of Bolton. The flayed man is the first thing she cuts. ]

Friends;
Who's still here?

Rabbit;
Do you have more of those chocolate eggs?

Frodo;
[ She has the ghosts return his cloak to him. ]

You ought have your cloak back.

Zelos;
[ S'up Zelos. This is a home invasion. And by home invasion I mean she's standing on the sidewalk in front of the house long after night fell. ]

Wake up, stupid!

Comments

jo ]

[wolfchild]

I went back. Feels weird here. No time has passed.

[ It feels like a lifetime since she was last here. Another life, another girl. Some days she had to struggle to remember who she was. She feels like a stranger wearing Arya Stark's face. ]

arya ]

[huntersdaughter]

[She nods, even if Arya can't see it. She'd seen it with Sam and once with Dean. Neal came back from home only to leave again.]

I've never had a trip back home, but I can guess how disorientating it could be. Though, I'm not sure what it would be like to come back after years. Everyone would be different, more of us would be gone...

I don't think there's any easy way around it being something to get used to.

jo ]

[wolfchild]

I don't want to go back.

arya ]

[huntersdaughter]

You're not alone in that one. [Jo wants to stay, too.]

jo ]

[wolfchild]

How long have you been here?

arya ]

[huntersdaughter]

Tomorrow marks three years.