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]

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.

[wilder]

Wow...that's pretty incredible! Do they usually grow that fast?

[And oh god, nobles with hammers everyone run]

Heh heh...yeah, you might wanna get some help with that.

[wolfchild]

No. I don't think they're meant to. I know they never rot and, if they die, they seem to turn into a sort of stone. But I've never heard of them growing like this. But it's better than waiting years for it to grow.

I did try asking over the journal. And people in the city too. But with the earthquake, they have more important things to build than a house for us. I guess we'll just have to wait.

[wilder]

Mm, maybe it's something to do with Paradisa's soil. All I've grown is flowers, so I wouldn't know.

[He nods] Yeah...that's gonna keep builders occupied for awhile.

[wolfchild]

You can plant flowers here if you like. I'm going to try to get winter roses to surprise Mother. [ She points to the patches of ground she's mentally partitioned off for the the rose bushes. ] There and there. And you can cut some too if you like, but you can't take the entire bush. When we get seeds, I can give you some.

[ Letting go of his hand, she chatters on. The gray mark on her back beats a little faster, matching the sounds of her heart. Excitement adds a little color to her cheeks. ]

Did you know you can make pools? I want to make one here. [ She stands a short distance from the tree. ] A deep one. Just like the one in Winterfell. Except Winterfell's pools are all hot and the water here will likely be cold. And lots of plants. We'll make a godswood of our own. And the house all around. Kitchens will be here. And a big, big solar here. And I get to keep mine own room even if I sleep with Robb.

[ A beat. ]

You can't tell anyone I said that either. I don't think kings are supposed to let little sisters sleep with them.

[wilder]

Heh heh, I guess I can try. Though I wouldn't say I have an experience with growing rose bushes. Just a flower box...but hey! I wouldn't take a whole bush! Jeez!

[he'll stand where he is, his arms lightly crossed over his stomach now. He's noticing those things about her markings, how strange. But at least she seems happier]

Oh? How do you make a pool? [The dream sounds so nice. It reminds him of Lloyd, you know if he was a chattering twelve year old girl with a big wolfy companion]

[...Okay, so just like Lloyd then.]

Sounds like a great plan. And hey! Don't worry- I wouldn't tell a soul! I'd hate to get on a king's bad side.

[wolfchild]

[ She makes a face at him before returning to his side. ]

There was a book. It had illuminations and directions. I can bring it with me one day to one of our practices and you can see it. It didn't look too hard.

[ She tugs on his hand so he bends down. ]

Come. I want to tell you a secret.

[wilder]

Sure! Can't guarantee I'll be able to make heads or tails of it, but might as well take a look.

[whoa hey getting tugged down. He'll kneel so he's at a better height]

Oh? What is it?

[wolfchild]

[ She winds her arms around his neck. ]

Robb won't show it, but he likes you. He just has to be severe because you're my friend.

[ You're a brother. You get it. ]

[wilder]

Ohhhh, so that's what it is. [Y E P. He knows the brother thing. ]

But you're sure he likes me, huh?

[wolfchild]

Grey Wind's not here, is he?

[wilder]

....

...Touche!

[wolfchild]

Want to know something else?

[ Arya brushes her lips against his cheek, pressing a kiss to the word there tattooed. ]

I think you're one of the best men I know.

[wilder]

[He'll turn to look momentarily surprised at that, before he turns his head with a sad smile. It's getting easier to hear stuff like that, even if he still doesn't believe it]

...Heh. Thanks my little wolf.

[wolfchild]

[ She pokes his neck before ducking her head and pressing her lips to the same spot and blowing, making both the sound of a raspberry and a ticklish sensation she hopes will make him laugh. ]