[ A day after returning to herself finds Arya searching the woods. Her annoyance has been steadily increasing with every step and she actively feeds it. In her head, she has had a thousand and one arguments, each more satisfying (read: louder) than the last. She has won every one.
By the time she finds her target (courtesy of a raven she had quickly let free), she is geared up for a fight. When she can finally see him with her own eyes, she freezes.
Like last time, her wings are out, glimmering a soft silver behind her. Unlike last time, her hair is cropped short and uneven. The dress that had made her look so like a porcelain doll is gone. In its place, she wears a boy's grey shirt; a white scarf winds around her neck, the ends tucked into the shirt in front. The pant legs had been rolled up to avoid tripping. She goes barefoot.
Although expressionless, she holds his gaze this time. Around her left wrist is a bracelet with a keycrest. ]
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[ A day after returning to herself finds Arya searching the woods. Her annoyance has been steadily increasing with every step and she actively feeds it. In her head, she has had a thousand and one arguments, each more satisfying (read: louder) than the last. She has won every one.
By the time she finds her target (courtesy of a raven she had quickly let free), she is geared up for a fight. When she can finally see him with her own eyes, she freezes.
Like last time, her wings are out, glimmering a soft silver behind her. Unlike last time, her hair is cropped short and uneven. The dress that had made her look so like a porcelain doll is gone. In its place, she wears a boy's grey shirt; a white scarf winds around her neck, the ends tucked into the shirt in front. The pant legs had been rolled up to avoid tripping. She goes barefoot.
Although expressionless, she holds his gaze this time. Around her left wrist is a bracelet with a keycrest. ]