paradisa

( ʀᴏʙʙ )

accidental dictation; action for the ballroom;
[ though she managed to escape robb's supervision, arya is not alone. a gray wolf pup with golden eyes darts constantly between her legs. robb told her the pup's name is nymeria and arya loves her already. grey wind follows both. he assigned himself as their guard, and has been growling in warning at anyone who might come close. ]

Stop it. You're being silly.

[ arya chastises him after one time too many. she has been trying to make winterfell out of pillows and blankets. all she needs to do is ask the air and she gets as many pillows as she may want. she has already got the double walls done, and is trying to figure out how to make the great hall stay up. but grey wind continues interrupting.

she puts her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes at the offending beast. he huffs and bumps her. not expecting it, she falls. nymeria yelps, barely getting out of the way. arya sits stunned on the floor before rounding on grey wind. ]

Grey Wind, you stupid! I almost fell on Nymeria! No, don't kiss me now. I don't want— Don't— [ the rest is lost in a fit of giggles. ]

wolfchild

ota; joint action with robb; forbidden forest;

[ the forbidden forest it may be called, but arya could find little reason for it to be forbidden. she could not see anything that really merited the moniker. she pictured strangling vines, carnivorous flowers, distant screams of animals. what she found was quite tame in comparison.

but even if it had had all what she had imagined, she would go inside regardless. the direwolves were in there.

no one had stopped her today when she tried to walk out in normal clothes so there's no heavy robe to snag on a root or bushes. the clothes are all earth clothes, but they're comfortable and good to move in. she grins up at robb as they walk into the shade. it almost feels like being back north, in the wolfswood, where she was never allowed to join the boys, though bran could even if he was younger and weaker and not as good a rider. having aemon and northern son would make it better, but she doesn't mind walking. less so when she's with her brother. ]

Will you go with me to the pitch tomorrow? You can help me practice. I'm really good at it, did you see?

[ she knows he did. but arya hasn't yet tired of hearing robb tell her he was proud of her. she doesn't think she ever shall. ]

ota; dictated; action for the owlery;

[ the soft sounds of cooing and rustling wings float through the air. seated on the steps to the owlery, arya strokes winter's glossy feathers. though she has her journal open in front of her, arya watches the darkening evening sky. when she speaks, it sounds almost like she's thinking out loud. ]

Where did everyone go today? Why did some have to stay behind?

( ino )

(( ooc: for the forbidden forest section, both arya and robb will be tagging yours. c: ))

wilder

[Backdated to earlier in the day]

[Outside on the grounds (fortunately, away from any trees), seems to be the usual peculiar duo of Arya and Zelos. Both of them seem to be wearing goggles, gloves and lab coats - and in addition Arya looks like she's dressed up more for christmas with a forest green hat and red boots on. And right now, they seem to be very invested in doing a very important task]

[Science and Fire. In fact you can tell it's science by the goggles. And the clipboard to write stuff down if they feel like bothering.]

[When you pass by, they have a little station set up to help burn different types of things, using Zelos's magic or matches to start it up. One particular instance a person may be walking by, and there is a sudden huge burst of green fire out of nowhere. It's one that seems was a lot bigger than planned considering how at least one is jumping back.]

Whoa- whoops! Too much gas on that one hahaha!

[...What. we all deal with stress differently okay]

[OOC: open post or over the journal! Responses will be replied to by Arya or Zelos or both :3 ]

wolfchild

Has anyone changed their loss?

wolfchild

( that talking rabbit that barged in and scared me half to death and claimed to be my bannerman even though I know he's lying because seven hells where do I even start with how wrong that statement is... )

wolfchild

[ Good morning, Paradisa. Settled down after Event Horizon? Yes? Excellent.

Because there is a blood-curdling scream captured by the journal early in the morning.

The cause is a girl on her bed, trying to claw up the wall away from the direwolf. She sobs when the animal comes close. ]

(( ooc: journal replies will be icly delayed a few hours ))

wolfchild

( FRIENDS )

wolfchild

[ Ensconced in the solar of her mother's rooms and surrounded by maps and books, Arya clears her throat. For once, she sounds in a good mood. ]

I've been wondering. How long does it take to raise a house? Couldn't there be a way to make maps move and make them easier to use? How do you pronounce this word? [ She carefully writes "acetoarsenite" beside the question. ] What month is it?

[ Fingers trail over an illuminated heart tree. Abruptly recalling the open journal, she finishes: ]

Oh! Does anyone cut hair?

wolfchild

( People from Tethe'alla or Sylvarant, away from Zelos Wilder )

wolfchild

[ Backdated to Tuesday morning ]

Filter: Those who know Queen Elizabeth

Have you seen Queen Elizabeth or know where she might be? Her name is still on the door. I can't find her. She's not answering the journal either. It's— [ she cuts herself off. bad enough that hardly anyone ever believes her because of her age. if she starts saying nymeria is unhappy so something must have happened, they'll all think her mad. ] She's never gone this long without word.

wolfchild

Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and Khaleesi of the Dothraki, has gone.

[ She does not sound angry or sad or even disappointed. Only resigned. ]

wolfchild

( ʀᴏᴏᴍ ғɪʟᴛᴇʀ )

( ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs )

( ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ )

( ғʀᴏᴅᴏ )

( ᴢᴇʟᴏs )

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. ]

persequor

Filter: AWAY from those pretending to be residents

The people acting strange are not who you think. They're impostors. I'm certain they're planning something and they're sworn to silence on pain of death. Mayhaps someone else will have better luck getting information. The one pretending to be Zelos is especially stupid.

Filter: Those who know Zelos excluding the douchebags excluded from the first filter
When was the last you saw him acting like himself? Does anyone know of him now?

Filter: Zelos Wilder. The REAL one not the stupid asshat who clearly never knew him and stinks too B(
If you can see this at all… Please, please come back. You can't—

You had better be safe, stupid.

persequor

Who're you?

[ The journal opens on the question. Catching sight of something bright red out the corner of her eye, Arya leaves Aemon to his carrot. The large white raven on her shoulder digs its claws into her skin as she walks making her hiss softly in pain. She has to smile, though, at the long-suffering expression of the mule with the biggest and most ridiculous red bow around its neck she has ever seen. It even has blinking lights. ]

Are you someone's present too? This one is mine. Except he didn't have a bow. I think he'd have pecked it off if he did. Here.

[ She offers the mule a carrot as she reaches for the bow. ]

Do you have a name? ...Melvin. Melvin the mule. Doesn't seem like you like your bow very much, Melvin the mule. I wouldn't either. Let's get that off. [ A loud squawk. ] Winter, leave it. It's not for you.

(( ooc: open over journal or at the stables. this is her last post prior to canon-bumping so if anyone wants one last thread, here you go. feel free to use to give her her present too. <3 ))

persequor

[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. ]

persequor

( ᴛsᴜɴᴀ )

persequor

[ Alone at the indoor pool, Arya grabs one of the pool chairs and throws it in the water. She does the same with the next. The one after has a heavier frame. It's a little difficult with only one hand, but she drags it toward the edge. It makes an ugly sound as the metal scrapes the floor. ]

persequor

( ɪ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ | Eddard Stark )

ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ
How normal is forgetting?

( allen walker )

persequor

( ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ )

[ She had opted for formality sitting on the castle steps as she was. Leaving the journal open in her lap, she twists her bracelet around her wrist. She counts each glass piece out under her breath. Nymeria pokes her nose at it. Arya pushes her away by the snout. ]

Mine. Can you say "mine"? Because it is mine.

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❦ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʀᴀss

meet me in the red sky and dance with me;

LVII

try to make out your move;

when and where, I’ll be there

and all the things I left behind

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ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

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ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ sᴛᴏɴᴇs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ

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