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

[scinlae]

[ The cat meows, swiping at Arya's finger playfully. Well sorry you're a featherbed now, deal with it. ]

[persequor]

[ She picks it up. Sitting up, she looks around for anyone nearby. ]

Whose are you?

[scinlae]

[ He tilts his head, seemingly understanding the question but doesn't really respond to it instead flicking his tail back and forth. Around his neck is a red collar with a small pendant hanging from it. On the back the words the Lady Morgana are engraved. ]

[persequor]

[ She rubs the pad of her thumb over the pendant after reading. ]

Oh. We should get you back to Lady Morgana. Nymeria finds you and she'll eat you. In one bite you're so small.

[scinlae]

[ The cat's furr bristles, sort of if he is trying to prove that he's a SUPER STRONG and DOESN'T AFRAID OF ANYTHING sort of cat. But it comes off as cute than anything. ]

[persequor]

[ Yep she just picks him up. You've got nothing on Princess Rhaenys' mean old tomcat, kitty. Let's get you back to your owner lady. ]

[scinlae]

[ He lets out a mew of protest, willing a little to escape her grip but to no avail. So instead he grumps, in a way that cats grump.

Morgana herself is in the gardens seated on a bench fast asleep, days of no sleep what so ever has finally caught up with her. ]

[persequor]

[ Noticing she's asleep, Arya opts to leave the cat near her, trying not to disturb her. ]

[scinlae]

[ The attempt, while appreciated, does little to leave her undisturbed. But in is not Arya that wakes the lady suddenly, leaving her gasping clutching the side of the bench tightly.

With wide eyes she looks around, only then noticing Arya and the cat. ]

A-Arya?

[persequor]

I'm sorry! [ Arya immediately assumes it was her fault. ] I was returning your cat!

[scinlae]

[ She shakes her head quickly, dispelling the dream as best she can. (screaming, she can still hear the screaming) ]

No, do not apologize, it is alright.

[persequor]

Did you have a nightmare?

[scinlae]

Yes. [ A normal nightmare, for once, but a nightmare nevertheless. ]

[persequor]

[ Arya touches her arm lightly in comforting motion. Her sleeve brushes back a little and reveals a hint of the bracelet Morgana had enchanted for her. ]

[scinlae]

[ She offers the girl a smile, though it is emptier than she wanted. ]

It is alright, I must have forgotten my own bracelet. [ A pitiful lie, but Arya does not know that her own is not enchanted to keep normal nightmares at bay. ]

Did it work? [ She asks suddenly, remembering. ] Have you been able to sleep proper?

[persequor]

I have. I don't have as many anymore. And they're not as bad. [ Usually. ]

[scinlae]

[ It brings relief to her face. ]

It gladdens my heart greatly to hear that. [ Before she can say or do anything else, Cauldron climbs onto her lap and meows. ]

Cauldron? [ Morgana gives the cat a quizzical look. ] What are you doing out here?

[persequor]

I found him. Or he found me. I was trying to find you to return him.

[scinlae]

Were you getting up to mischief? [ Cauldron just meows in response, that was probably a yes. ]

Thank you Arya.

[persequor]

You are welcome, my lady.

[scinlae]

[ She smiles briefly. ]

Is Nymeria off hunting?

[persequor]

She is. We're to visit a friend.

[scinlae]

And Nymeria is to supply the dinner?

[persequor]

[ A nod. ]

It's good for her. She gets to run and hunt like wolves should.

[scinlae]

I am jealous, I could have used a hunter as skilled as her when I lived in the forests of Camelot.