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

[wilder]

[He'll smile down at her]

Hey, wanna see a cool view?

[And he'll take her even higher, until they are pretty high above the trees!]

[wolfchild]

A—

[ She gasps when the ground falls further away. Arya peers around in awe. ]

How high are we?

[wilder]

Hmmm...about forty feet up right now?

[wolfchild]

Nymeria looks so small.

[ Poor Nymeria has no idea what to do with herself right now. Where is her kid. Why is she up there. How do I up. What do. D: ]

[wilder]

[He chuckles at the poor direwolf freaking]

Yeah, she sure does! Most things do up here.

[wolfchild]

Why don't you like flying?

[wilder]

[Aw man this question?]

Well...it's not that I don't like flying at all. On a rheaird, it's a lot a fun! You go really fast and you can go as high as the clouds!

But, well, it's different on wings. And I'm not all that fond of them.

[wolfchild]

[ She considers the answer briefly. ]

Does that make it bad that I like my feather?

[wilder]

What?

[YOU STILL HAVE THAT THING?? Oh right better answer]

Nah. Just means we have different opinions- nothing wrong with that!

[wolfchild]

It's not an opinion. It's my treasure. [ HOW do you not know that, gosh ] It brings me luck.

[ She tugs at the cord around her neck, though not hard enough to pull the feather out. ]

But if you really don't like it, I won't wear it anymore.

[wilder]

Luck...?

[It surprises him in a way, since uh- he is normally a bad luck charm. Who in the world would use on of his feathers as a good luck charm-- oh right Westeros]

[He'll reach over and kiss her on the forehead]

Keep it, okay?

[wolfchild]

Okay.

[ Her smile is a shy little thing. ]

Thank you for letting me fly.

[wilder]

Heh, it's no problem!

I like flying with other people more, and there's not too many people to do that here.

[wolfchild]

I can come with you. Whenever you like.

Except when I'm with Robb. Or helping cleaning. The gallery's not very safe anymore. [ Gonna have to find a new hiding place for herself and Colette. Mayhaps Colette might know—yeah, no. ]

[wilder]

[He chuckles]

Why thank you, my dear. Though most of the time I'm just practicing. It's pretty boring.

[wolfchild]

You're not boring.

[wilder]

Well of course! I'm utterly fascinating!

[wolfchild]

Now you're boring.

[wilder]

What?

Ouch! Way to change opinions like the wind!

[wolfchild]

[ She smirks. ]

Go that way!

[wilder]

Which way?

[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!