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

[persequor]

A lot of people here aren't from Earth. And the rest are from all different times of Earth.

[yellowdevil]

[He seats himself on the grass, a comfortable distance from her, having grown tired of standing.]

And you are from Earth, I presume?

[persequor]

No.

[yellowdevil]

No? Hm. Then where?

[persequor]

Westeros.

[yellowdevil]

Westeros... It's a planet?

[persequor]

No.

[yellowdevil]

[Squints.]

Then what?

[persequor]

What?

[yellowdevil]

If it's not a planet, what is it?

[persequor]

The land.

[yellowdevil]

So it's a country?

[persequor]

No.

[yellowdevil]

[Exasperated sigh.]

Ugh.
Back to my first question. The ground? What were you doing on it?

[persequor]

I don't see how that's any of your concern.

[yellowdevil]

I don't see why you have to behave like a little brat.

[persequor]

You approached me without permission. You kicked me. You questioned me. You're the one rude here.

[yellowdevil]

I didn't kick you. I nudged you.
Forgive me for worrying about your well-being.

[persequor]

Well, don't.

[yellowdevil]

Tch. Children.

[He gets up, dusting off his knees and shooting her a glare.]
See you.

[persequor]

[ And because Arya is so nice she will give him a helpful kick to go on his way. ]

[yellowdevil]

[He nearly falls forward on his face but catches himself with a stumble, glares back at her, then stalks off quietly and quickly before she kicks him again.]