XLVIII

[wilder]

[Hi Paradisa, have the sound of a pen tapping against the journal]

[Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap-]

[Finally the sound stops and there's a melodramatic defeatist groan]

Ugh! Fine I give up!

Hey Paradisa! How are you all?

Tell me, what's a good way to kill a lot of time without going crazy? And please, nothing about reading, training or playing in the snow.

Thank you! ♥

Comments

[wolfchild]

I guess.

[ That was true of the Brotherhood too. Everyone knew of Lord Beric, but they hardly spoke of Thoros and the rest. But that's probably better. It's safer when no one knows who you are. They're all outlaws fit to be hanged if caught.

And Gendry's there. He could never play cyvasse. Arya can picture the stupid look he'd get when he tried to think; he'd be doing that face now, trying to remember which piece was which. She could laugh except she remembers he left her. He was never really her pack. He left her just as soon as he was able and he wasn't sorry at all.

She turns one of her discarded tiles on its corner on the table, looking at it without seeing it. ]

[wilder]

...Something up?

[wolfchild]

[ Her eyes flit to the ceiling and then to him. This feels like a trick question. ]

[wilder]

[....]

It means, is there something on your mind.

[wolfchild]

Why not say that then?

[wilder]

It's an expression.

[wolfchild]

It's a weird expression.

[wilder]

Like Westeros doesn't have any weird ones.

[wolfchild]

Yes, there are.

[wilder]

Right.

So is there something up?

[wolfchild]

No. It's a little weird being here.

[ She ends her turn pushing one of her crossbowmen into the river. ]

[wilder]

You mean in Paradisa?

[wolfchild]

Yes.

[ Don't worry, she would never dream of saying a single negative thing about the house your bud built. ]

[wilder]

[Pft its Arya so she could get away with it]

I guess so.

Glad you're here though.

[wolfchild]

[ A mean little voice sounding oddly like Sansa asks, for how long. Arya quashes it and smiles at the tabletop.

She is too. More than she can say. It's a relief to be here. To have as much food as she can eat and a bed piled high with furs. To feel her mother's kisses again and and have her friends close by. And Sansa too she supposes. ]

Even when I steal half your bed?

[wilder]

Even when you steal half my bed and get Curry's fur all over it.

[wolfchild]

Fur comes out. Curry likes it there. You're just spoiled.

[wilder]

I don't like being covered in fur! It's bad enough with all the pets here!

[wolfchild]

You lock your door to all of them except Curry!

[wilder]

Yeah but they still give all over the rest of my house. I don't stay in my room all the time.

[YES HE IS A SPOILED CHILD DEAL WITH IT]

[wolfchild]

Keep complaining and one day that you're not here I'll bring Nymeria in. When she's shedding. I'll let her roll on your bed and all your clothes.

[wilder]

[a gasp]

That's cruel and unusual punishment..! Aryaaaaaa!

[wolfchild]

[ This face. Just. This face.

Challenge her. I dare you. ]

[wilder]

[...Slumps his shoulders in defeat]


[Then takes out her crossbow dude]

[wolfchild]

[ She's almost cheerful as she knocks over her king in defeat. She still won at life. ]

I'm going to see Curry.