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

[draca]

[ She gives the spit a look, moving forward to test the meat. ]

I believe it is.

[ Picking up a knife she cuts off some pieces and puts them on a plate before handing it to Arya. ]

[persequor]

Thank you!

[ Digging in! ]

[draca]

You are welcome. [ Her own she eats more slowly, savoring the taste. ]

[persequor]

[ Once she's done, Arya flops back on the furs with a happy sigh and rolls herself into a fur-cocoon. ]

I'm a real wolf now!

[draca]

[ The laughter that leaves her is sudden and uncontrollable, it is bright and childish and is filled with pure amusement and happiness. ]

That you are, that you are. [ Dany giggles shaking her head, unable to shake the grin on her face free. ] A most fearsome wolf.

[persequor]

[ Arya laughs along. A warm bubble of delight spreads in her chest at making Dany laugh. ]

I dream sometimes I'm a wolf. I can run and run and run and I feel the leaves and earth under my paws and it's dark, but I still see.

[draca]

Your dreams sound wonderful, they sound like freedom. [ How wonderful it must be, to be a wolf, running far as your legs can take you. ]

I used to dream of being a dragon, of flying through the skies so high. I dreamed of roaring and burning away all my fears.

[persequor]

When your dragons are full-grown, you can do it. Like Rhaenys and Visenya when they came with Aegon.

[draca]

Yes. [ She grins. ] Yes I will be just like them, flying upon the backs of dragons, my enemies will cower before me.