ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ

[persequor]

ᴡʜᴏ: Arya and you.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: A day in the life.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Today.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Options A-E open to all. Just let me know where we're at.


[ A // ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴs ]
[ A couple of hours after daybreak finds Arya still in the gardens. While Nymeria naps close by, she attempts to weave flowers into a crown. The end result is laughable. Growling in frustration, she rips it apart. Around her lie the bruised and wilting victims of previous attempts. ]


[ B // ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ]
[ From the open door of the music room comes the sound of drumming. There is no rhythm nor any sense of a song. A laugh sometimes accompanies it. Inside the room, Arya beats on a drum in front of Nymeria. The direwolf seems more interested in the drumsticks Arya has in her hands than the actual instrument. Occasionally, she lunges at the sticks and Arya laughs and moves back. Nymeria yelps. ]


[ C // ʀᴏᴏғ ]
[ Arya lies on her stomach, head and shoulders jutting out over the edge. She kicks her feet idly back and forth as she holds her arm straight out. Her hand opens and something falls. She counts under her breath before stopping with a frown. ]

I need something bigger. Nymeria, the stick.

[ Nymeria ignores Arya; the direwolf continues gnawing happily on her drumstick. ]


[ D // ᴘɪᴇ sʜᴏᴘ ]
[ Having mopped the floor, wiped down the tables and counter and rearranged the chairs—twice—Arya finally accepts she is done with her work. She had not thought she would enjoy it so. Work was a welcome reprieve. When she had something to do, she had less time to think. In Paradisa, there was nothing but time to think. She had even begun to miss her lessons.

With the store empty for the moment, Arya steals a day-old pie from the kitchen. She sits at a table against the windows to eat. Fork to her lips, she entertains herself watching the people walking by. ]


[ E // ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ]
[ Lying on the grass near the duck pond, the child is unobtrusive and quiet for once. The direwolf usually with her is nowhere to be seen yet they are not separated. Arya almost seems to be sleeping if not for the slit of grey marking open eyes. Try not to step on her. ]


[ F // ᴅᴀᴇɴᴇʀʏs ]
Daenerys!

[ Pushing everything out of mind, Arya smiles as she calls out. Behind her, Nymeria drags a deer carcass across the ground. ]

Viserion! Drogon! Rhaegal! Look what we've brought you!

Comments

Gardens!

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna's passing by when he spots Nymeria, and then Arya a short distance away. Hands tucked in his pockets, he comes over.]

Hey, Arya. [He looks around at the torn up flowers.] ... what are you doing?

[persequor]

[ She looks up at him before continuing her task. ]

Nothing.

[not_mafia]

[Looking at the flowers torn up on the ground.]

Are you making a crown?

Gardens!

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[The elf couldn't sleep, not here and he rarely slept at all anyway. So he'd taken to walking along outside and eventually to the gardens. He would have simply passed Arya by, letting her work on weaving the flowers together in peace but her heard her growl in frustration and stopped.

Feet making no sound, he turned back and approached her, giving her a small smile.]

Would you like some help?

[persequor]

[ Arya started at the voice. She dropped the half-torn crown. ]

You are too quiet. [ she scolded him. Picking up the crown, she continued pulling it apart. Arya sighed. ] Yes. I think I need it.

music room! /o/

[likebreathing]

[Rictor's never been big on music, at least, not the making of it. He doesn't mind listening to it, though he's not sure the banging coming from a couple hundred feet away can be classified as music.

Still, he's curious, so he crosses the distance so he can lean against the doorframe.]

Having fun there, kid?

[persequor]

Yes.

[ And then she ignores the man as she continues taunting Nymeria with the drumstick. ]

Grounds!

[yellowdevil]

[The yellow alien's taking a brisk walk around the castle's grounds, his second time doing so since his arrival here. He spots a crumpled figure near the duck pond and recognizes it to be a Pekoponian child (or at least, it looked human), but... It's quiet and silent, much different than the human children he'd encountered before.
He makes his way over.]

Oi. [He nudges her with his ochre-colored foot, somewhere around her shoulder.]
You alive?

[persequor]

[ Arya blinks to the strange face. She scrambles back. Her hand closes around Needle's pommel. ]

What are you?!

Grounds

[wilder]

[Zelos at some point comes by, seeing her form. He's seen it a few times before now, so it no longer worries him. Instead he'll simply go and sit near her against a tree. Once seated, he'll open the book he was carrying with him and start to read- all while keeping his ears open]

[persequor]

[ And then her heart stopped and she diiiiiiiiied

A slightly faster heartbeat precedes her turning her head to look at him. Otherwise, she doesn't move. ]

How long have you been here?

Roof

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke pauses upon hearing the voice and - well, a canine happily demolishing something.

Likely the stick the girl wanted.

Duke somewhat gingerly heads over to the edge - not too close to the girl, and sits with his legs over it. ]

May need to give her something else to chew on.

[persequor]

[ Arya glances over at the new arrival. ]

She'll give it. Nymeria, here.

[ Getting up, she walks over to the direwolf. Nymeria twists her head to keep the stick away. Arya manages to grab one end and tugs. When Nymeria growls, she growls right back at the animal. ]

I'll get you another one later!

pie shop!

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam makes his way out of the office and spots Arya at the table, he doesn't even blink. It looks like all her work is done, and someone's got to eat the pie.]

Which one did you grab?

[persequor]

Oh. [ She looks down at the pie before answering. ] Lemon.

[draca]

[ Drogon is the first to appear out of the tent, letting out noises that could easily be assumed to be a greeting. Or something akin to it, Daenerys appears a moment later, pushing the flap aside with the back of her hand. ]

A deer? [ They had been so accustomed to smaller animals that what Nymeria drags behind it causes much surprise in the Targaryen as well as her dragon. ]

[persequor]

Yes! [ Girl and direwolf are absurdly proud. ]

A!!!

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia may have been watching that last attempt for a few minutes before sauntering closer with her hands cradled in front of her. She stops a handful of steps away, considering how much affection this girl showed her the last time... ]

May I show you?

Re: A!!!

[persequor]

[ Arya glances at her before shaking her head. ]

You need not trouble yourself, my lady.

[ It's said stiffly, but she's not in a hurry to be impolite yet. ]

Gardens, of course

[inafadingcrown]

[Arya's favorite elf just happens to be taking a stroll though the gardens; neither the walking nor the early hour are that unusual for her, after all. She purposefully walks a bit heavier when she spots Arya, hoping to give more sign of her approach than she would ordinarily. She smiles a bit when she discovers Arya's task. It's familiar and charming.]

Take heart; none begin as masters. I remember well teaching my daughter. Even she had difficulty at first.

[persequor]

[ Excuse you. Her favorite elf is Legolas. Arya stamps down the urge as sudden as it is strong to stuff her failed project out of sight. Her frustration puts up a bigger fight, but Arya tries to hide it at least. ]

Yes, my lady.

E!!!!!

[scinlae]

[ Morgana won't step on her, but someone else might. Prowling the grounds like a big scary panther a small black cat jumps from the grass onto Arya, chasing after flies it seems. The cat doesn't realize that it was a girl he's jumped onto, he simply looks rather frustrated that the fly flew off like a jerk.

G o s h.




this is the best tag and you love it. ]

[persequor]

[ r u d e cauldron

When Arya awakes, she pokes the cat. ]

I am not a featherbed.

d // pie shop

[against]

[ After working on the Impala's engine all morning, Dean's decided that he'll have a slice of pie (or two) before lunch. As he walks in, he spots the lone girl sitting by the window and raises his eyebrows slightly. How is a place that serves delicious pie like this empty at this hour? Or hell -- any hour? ]

Sam? You in?

[persequor]

[ Arya sets the fork down. ]

He stepped out for the moment. You can wait for him if you like or I can take a message.