ʏᴏᴜ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ

[wolfchild]

ᴡʜᴏ: arya + robb, arya + lulu
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: stuff
ᴡʜᴇɴ: backdated and forwarddated. I am the best at filling this out.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: the dead zone border + mansion

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[heloise]

You could ask him.

[ She wouldn't even mind dirt on her things. She can always get new ones. Speaking of, Arya should get new breeches if only Lucrezia can find something resembling it somewhere in her pile of new dresses and things. She pulls out a pair of white cotton pants to be worn under the dress when riding, meant for Matilda, but they are both just as small! ]

How about this?

[wolfchild]

For—? [ She understands a little late and emphatically shakes her head. ] I'm fine, my lady. You must have those for someone else.

[heloise]

You are the only one I see.

[ She isn't taking no for an answer, stepping over to offer it to Arya. ]

And no more of this my lady nonsense. You know my name.

[wolfchild]

[ After a moment of hesitation, Arya takes it from her. ]

Thank you, Lucrezia. Where should I change?

[heloise]

[ Progress! She gestures to a set of screens in the corner of the room. ]

I would do it there.

[wolfchild]

[ Arya moves behind the screens. She scurries into the white riding pants quickly. They feel good against her skin, but the color… She makes a face imagining what color she might return them as. Her breeches are draped over her arm as she steps into view again. ]

Where should I put this, my—Lucrezia?

[heloise]

[ She clasps her hands in approval. The girl wouldn't clean up bad. ]

I can have it washed and returned to you later. Otherwise, you may put it anywhere. [ She can't care less when she is already moving to find her a clean shirt from among her trove. ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya does not let it go yet as if it will protect her from whatever Lucrezia is planning. ]

What are you looking for?

[heloise]

[ ULTIMATE EVIL, obviously. She holds up one of the plainer shifts, white again with only the hems decorated with gold trimming. ]

Clean clothes.

[wolfchild]

You really don't have to. I can go.

[heloise]

[ She stops her fussing to look at her, pausing for just a moment. ]

No. Please, stay.

[wolfchild]

[ Arya bites her lip. ]

Yes, Lucrezia.

[heloise]

[ She smiles again, stepping closer to hold up that shift against Arya's body. ]

Was that a unicorn?

[wolfchild]

[ She holds still. ]

Yes. His name is Aemon. Like the Dragonknight.

[heloise]

[ She tries to hand that over to her so she can get back to finding other things for the girl. ]

Do you mean a knight who has slayed a dragon?

[wolfchild]

[ Arya takes it without complaint. She picks at a sleeve. ]

No. He was a dragon.

[heloise]

Did he fight for the good or the bad side?

[wolfchild]

He fought for the realm. He wielded Dark Sister, the Valyrian steel sword that had belonged to Queen Visenya.

[heloise]

How does a dragon wield a sword? [ Really she's just trying to keep Arya entertained as she finally finds the little dress she was looking for. Dark blue silk with white trimming. ]

Here. It was supposed to be a gift to another girl, but you could show me how it looks.

[wolfchild]

The Targaryens aren't real dragons. They have dragons. Their sigil is a red three-headed dragon on a field of black.

[ Oh no. Her mortal enemy. The dress. ]

I don't wear dresses.

[heloise]

[ But the girl just said the man is a dragon... either way she's more interested in the dress, which she brings closer then offers to Arya to hold. ]

Of course not. This one is for another girl, but I need to see how it fits. She is as tall as you.

[wolfchild]

I don't have to put it on. [ Her voice turns up at the end and it sounds closer to a question. ]

[heloise]

No, you do not have to. I would still ask it of you, very nicely.

[wolfchild]

[ You are evil, lady. Arya drops her breeches and troops back behind the changing screens like she's marching to her death. Some (a lot) of fumbling later and she sticks her head around it. ]

You need to lace it.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia sees no need to hide her giddy grin either, but she remembers-- photos! As Arya goes to the dressing room, she digs about the fabric to find the cellphone and figure out how to get to the camera. She finds it just as the girl calls out for her, so to the pocket it goes until a better moment. ]

Tell me when it feels too tight.