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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[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.

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

Like paper too.

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

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

What happens if something is really wide and heavy too?

That depends- are you simply dropping it or throwing it?

What's the difference?

Well if it's just being dropped, it'll fall. Something that's very heavy will fall fast no matter what because the weight is too much for the air to push.

But if it's being thrown- if the thing is shaped right and the weight spread out right...that'll give it the force to glide.

[ She bites her lip as she thinks. ]

Is that like how dragons can fly?

Yep. They glide on the wind and the air resistance, using the occasional flap of their wings to give themselves a boost to stay in the air.

[ Arya brushes the end of the feather against her cheek as she recalls Dany's dragons flying. Drogon certainly moved like that. ]

I think I'll be thinking of this when I see the dragons later. It's interesting.

Heh heh, physics can be one of the more interesting sciences. Especially if you're into stuff like math.

I've a good head for figures. [ Leaving the feather in her lap, Arya starts making her name with leaves on the ground. ] That's what Maester Luwin said. When we were being taught to manage a household, I always finished the tasks before everyone else. Sansa could never do them.

[He can't help but grin at that] Ah, that's just music to my ears.

How much did you learn?

Of arithmetic? I don't know. What we were taught. Sums. Multiplication. Last time we were practicing conversion. Is it conversion? Like changing miles to leagues.