paradisalogs | ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ

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!

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[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?

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

What are you?!

I'll take that as a "yes, I am alive".
[It's said icily, and he crosses his arms in vague indignation at her reply.]

Keronian. We come from planet Keron, the 58th Planet of the Gamma Storm Cloud System. What were you doing on the ground?

Are you japing me?

Kukuku... No.
Never met an alien before?

What's an alien?

[He stares for a good few moments, and seriously begins to contemplate simply walking away from her.

But... She looks young for a human, younger than he'd ever met, so maybe it was only natural she wouldn't know?]

Edited 2012-10-26 01:17 (UTC)

An alien is... well, put simply, someone that comes from a different planet as you. It can also mean foreign, like an alien food - which would be something that you'd never seen or eaten before.