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

[wilder]

[He nods]

Go ahead.

[persequor]

[ Pulling it into her lap, she opens it to a random page. She reads the occasional passage as she flips through the pages. ]

[wilder]

[And it's mostly a general history of Europe during the Reinassance! Talking about the different monarchies such as Elizabeth's and what not. There's occasional paintings and maps too]

[persequor]

[ Arya traces the outlines of the continent. She mouths the names of the seas and a few of the countries with the stranger names. She pauses when Elizabeth's name jumps out at her. She points at a paragraph in the book. ]

That's wrong. Who penned this? [ Marking the page, she flips the book shut so she can look at the cover. ]

[wilder]

Uh- I dunno. Some historian?

How's it wrong? [YOU DON'T EVEN GO TO THAT PLANET]

[persequor]

Queen Elizabeth told me of this. This was her mother. And this one her cousin. Her father had them both executed. These allegations are false. It doesn't say they are… [ She looks back a page in case it was stated elsewhere. ] There's naught in here about what they did to her either.

[wilder]

Huh...

[So one of the famous leaders from Earth was here huh]

It's possible they decided to leave it out. History is never completely without bias, you know?

What did she tell you?

[persequor]

[ Arya lets go of the book to nervously twist the enchanted bracelet around her wrist. ]

A lot of it was really personal. I don't think I'm at liberty to say.

[wilder]

[he considers, then nods- putting a hand on her head]

Right, fair enough.

[persequor]

[ She visibly relaxes. It wasn't just a desire to protect Elizabeth's confidences motivating her to keep quiet. Arya had no desire to get into what had motivated the conversation to begin. It was too shameful for her to even think about.

Letting go of the bracelet, she picks up the book again. She continues her cursory reading. ]

Parts sound like the southron lands. Even their faith. It reminds me of the Faith of the Seven. What with all the rituals and houses of worship. Sansa would probably love them as much for being pretty. [ Her mouth twisted as she spoke of her sister. ]

[wilder]

Hm, really?

What does your sister really like pretty churches or something?

[persequor]

The Faith has septs. Sansa loved them for their paintings and the statues and the songs and incense. Sansa likes everything "pretty." [ Arya can't mask the bitterness in her tone. She had never been a part of that category. She hunches her shoulders, clamping down on her lip. ]

[wilder]

[Yep. He sure is picking up on that]

And lemme guess, like siblings do- she said you weren't included in that pretty list.

[persequor]

No. Sansa would never say anything like that. [ She's too well-mannered to speak ill of anyone. Yet again unlike her sister. ]

[wilder]

Hm? Then what is it?

[persequor]

It's nothing.

[ Arya returns the book to him. ]

[wilder]

[He cants his head curiously as he takes the book back. Trying to figure out what's up and what he should say]

[persequor]

[ a w k w a r d ]

[persequor]

What else have you done today?

[wilder]

Me?

Hmmm...did some training, read, grabbed some supplies from the clinic...

[.....]

Man, my life sure sounds dull.

[persequor]

[ Snort. ]

Better than mine.

[wilder]

Oh yeah? What have you done today?

[persequor]

[ Arya sighs heavily before launching into a retelling of her day. ]

After you left, I stayed in the gardens. I wanted to make Mother a crown. Legolas helped me make one. He made me one too. He put it on my head. [ Her tone makes it sound like some great sacrifice she made. ] Then Nymeria hid in the music room. She didn't want to come out so I grabbed a drumstick and lured her out. There was still time left before my job so we went to the roof. I was bored so I dropped a few things over the edge. I made sure no one was walking underneath! [ It's rushed, to stop the scolding that is sure to come before it does. ] I was testing how things fall. Then I went to work and I finished everything quickly so Sam let me go early and now I'm waiting for Nymeria to get back so we can go to Daenerys' tent. Mother gave me permission to stay with her tonight. [ :D HANGING OUT WITH DANY ]

[wilder]

[He smiles as he listens to the story. ] Hey what are you talking about, that sounds way more interesting than my day.

What did you discover about things falling?

[persequor]

Not when it's the same thing you did yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that. [ Exasperation makes her rest her chin on her hands. She glares at the ground. Another sigh and a faint shrug and she answers his question. ] If it's close to the ground, they fall at the same time. If it's really high, the heavier one falls first.