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]

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.

[wilder]

Heh. Good point.

Oh yeah? And why do you think that is?

[persequor]

[ She fiddles with the leaves in front of her. ]

I don't know.

[wilder]

[He nods]

What were the things you dropped?

[persequor]

Nymeria's stick. A vase and a cushion. I went to the game room and stole a few balls. One was really heavy. It had holes in it? I almost dropped it on my foot when this idiot ran by.

[wilder]

I see.

See the trick isn't about weight, so much as it is air resistance.

[persequor]

Air resistance?

[wilder]

Yep. It's like- [he makes a thoughtful noise ]

Find me a pebble okay? One that's really light.

[persequor]

[ Arya raises an eyebrow at him, but she gets up. She returns with a small grey pebble. She holds her hand out to drop it into his palm. ]

[wilder]

[He meanwhile takes this time to bring out his wings juuust long enough to pluck one of the larger golden feathers from it, one that is close to weight to the pebble that he catches]

Okay, perfect my little wolf.

[Holding out the two items]

Now the feather and the pebble? Are pretty close in weight. Can you tell me which one you think would drop faster?

[persequor]

[ Without hesitating: ] The pebble.

[wilder]

Yeah? How come?

[persequor]

Feathers don't actually fall. They sort of...drift. Down. Right?

[wilder]

Sorta, but that's still a form of falling.

[persequor]

You know what I meant.

[wilder]

Yeah, yeah I did.

But why do you think the feather drifts instead of falls? Any guess at all?

[persequor]

...air resistance?

[wilder]

[He'll lightly thwap her arm with the feather]

You know it's cheating if you just mimic what I say without knowing it yourself.

[persequor]

[ She giggles. ]

[wilder]

[he snorts]

Air, even if we can't see it, is all around us. Think of it like we're walking around in a sea comprised of air.

So when something falls, it has to push the air out of the way to do so. Not only that, but the air is pushing back because it doesn't want to move. That's what we call air resistance.

You following me?

[persequor]

[ Wow. Air sounds like a bitch. ]

Yes.

[wilder]

[Yep. There's a reason no one questioned a monster posing as the Summon Spirit of wind so it could eat virgins!]

Right. So with air resistance, the air takes any chance it can get to push back.

[He'll hold the feather high in the air before dropping] For the feather, it's easy for it to push. All it's weight is spread out across it so each part of it is light in weight. The wind pushes up at it, keeping it up for longer because it feels so light to the air so it's easy. The air resistance is high.

Meanwhile the pebble? [He'll do the same to the pebble] It's very dense and compact, all it's weight is bunched up. Air doesn't have a chance to push against it. So the air resistance is low.

[persequor]

[ Arya picks up the feather and sits down again. She twirls it. ]

Like paper too.

[wilder]

That's right! Leaves too. All of them have high air resistance.

[persequor]

[ She drops the feather and catches it before it drifts too far. ]

What happens if something is really wide and heavy too?