ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs

[wolfchild]

ᴡʜᴏ: Arya and Zelos
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Of fulfilled promises and painful crashes
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Today
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: ...idek

[ Unwilling to interrupt Zelos in his task, Arya watches. Standing sideface does more than make her a smaller target; it hides the beating marks on her chest and back. Hers are the only ones she has seen move yet. Another question to go with why she has them and what they mean.

The ones on her hands had spread to Nymeria. Attempting to hide them in the thick fur had wrapped a necklace of sorts around the wolf's neck. Nymeria does not seem to mind it, but Arya does: whatever she's done, Nymeria is not to blame. She had spent a good hour trying everything she could think of to clean it off. Only after Nymeria bowled her over and she got a decent bump on her forehead from hitting the edge of a chair did she stop.

She should probably leave. The reason she had come this way was to avoid most people she knew. There was only so many times she could tell people to fuck off. For whatever reason, she stays. ]

Comments

[wolfchild]

Do you remember where Dany had her tent? There's something there I want to show you. You'll want to land when we get close, though. [ Because shiny wings. ]

[wilder]

Yeah, I remember. It's to the south of here.

[And he'll start flying in that direction, while making sure to hold on tight to her. It's a little awkward for him, he's so used to flying solo]

[wolfchild]

I'm not going to fall.

[wilder]

Well I'd hope not! Your mother and brother would tar my feathers!

[wolfchild]

Only Mother. Robb would behead you.

[ There is no trace of teasing or even a vague threat. She falls, her brother takes a head. Water also happens to be wet. ]

[wilder]

...Oh! Just that? That's a relief.

/casually appropriates robb's lines

[wolfchild]

[ Arya nods solemnly. ]

In the North, the man who passes the sentence swings the sword. We've no need for servants to do our beheadings for us. Father told us that if we cannot bear to look into a condemned man's eyes and hear his last words then perchance that man does not deserve to die.

[ She hugs him a little closer. ] But you don't worry. I wouldn't let any harm come to you. Not even from Robb. You're mine too, aren't you? As I am yours.

[wilder]

Huh...that's actually a pretty good policy. I know Tethe'alla would be better off for it.

[How many half-elves would've been spared their lives...but he gives a light chuckle]

Don't worry my little wolf, I'm as much yours as I could be to anyone. [Never 100%. It's as Arya once stated, he's fire- he doesn't do well with keepers] I know you won't let your brother do anything.

[wolfchild]

[ Before the answer would have displeased her. Loyalty was an absolute; it was given or it wasn't. There were no grades. Her family's men had been the Starks' until they were released from service one way or another.

She would have glared and demanded he set her down immediately and abhorred his touch until she had a good enough explanation.

Arya only smiles. ]

Are we close enough to land?

[wilder]

[He'll glance out at the area. Examining]

Near enough.

[And starting to descend. Still kinda awkward, he's really going to have to learn how to fly while carrying people]

[wolfchild]

Have you fallen?

[wilder]

Me?

Oh...sometimes. [As in weekly]

[wolfchild]

When was the last time?

[wilder]

Last...week?

[wolfchild]

[ She pushes his headband off to pat him on the head. ]

Well done.

[wilder]

[Which makes his bangs call over his face, he'll try to blow them out of the way] Gee, thanks.

[wolfchild]

[ She laughs. ]

Can't you just braid it? Little ones here. They have to look better than this thing.

[wilder]

But then I have to deal with little braids later! That sounds like a pain to do all the time.

[wolfchild]

So the great Zelos Wilder would rather look stupid?

[wilder]

Please, the great Zelos Wilder never looks stupid.

[wolfchild]

Yes, he does. A lot of times.

[ Now land because the great Zelos Wilder does not deserve to be carrying around Princess Arya. ]

[wilder]

What? No way!

[...I thought we landed like several comments ago BUT OKAY WE"VE LANDED]

[wolfchild]

[ pfffffft I have no idea what is going anymore ]

Be quiet. I want to show you this.

[ The tree planted where Daenerys' tent had been had grown from roughly the size of Arya's arm, roots and all, to already stretching taller than Robb, with snow-white bark and blood-red five-pointed leaves. Arya leads Zelos to it, pulling on his hand. ]

Can you guess what it is? You cannot say tree.

[wilder]

[He follows, looking surprised when he sees it. It's hard to forget the stories about the red leaves and white bark]

Hey- it's that tree that was in Winterfell, right? The...were-something tree?

[wolfchild]

Weirwood. Robb and I planted it a few weeks ago. It was this big. [ She holds her hands apart to show how big. Or rather, small it had been. ] It's been growing so fast it's like to be full-grown in some moons. Robb wants to build a place for us here, around it. Except he's never picked up a hammer before and wouldn't know what a nail's head is, but don't tell him I said that.