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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[wolfchild]

You should— We should stop.

[wolfskin]

Arya, I am fine. [ He thinks, he cannot say for certain. ]

[wolfchild]

[ without thinking, she blurts out: ] Did you see through Grey Wind's eyes?

[wolfskin]

[ Robb stops, muscles tensing. Suddenly he swings off his horse, swaying as his feet hit the ground. ]

Alright, we shall rest here for a time.

[wolfchild]

Robb. [ Arya mimics him. Dropping Aemon's reins, she hurries around to stop in front of her brother. ] Robb, did you see something? What happened?

[wolfskin]

[ He pats Northern Son's neck, trying to avoid her eyes. ]

I do not know, Arya. [ He saw himself, or at least he thinks he did. He does not know for certain, it felt as if it was not his eyes he saw through, that he was a passenger only. He does not know how to explain it, let alone understand it. ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya examines him. Biting her lip, she drops the subject. She holds her hand out for the reins. ]

I'll hobble them.

[wolfskin]

[ He hands her the reins then looks to Grey Wind, uncertainty grips his chest. ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya does her chores dutifully. Once Aemon and Northern Son are both watered and hobbled, she returns to Robb. She pulls out her journal and filters a quiet message. Arya motions for him to get his. ]

Can you see what I said?

[wolfskin]

[ When he looks to her it looks as if she pulled him from a daze, confused he pulls his journal out and opens it, looking for what she wrote. For a moment the world seems to stop and he looks up to her. ]

...I can.

[wolfchild]

[ She turns her own journal toward him. The message itself is inconsequential. The filter is the only part that matters: to skinchangers. ]

I can do it too. I thought it scary at first, but it's nice. It feels like putting on your favorite and warmest coat in winter. It's like coming home.

[wolfskin]

[ It is too much to process, he brings his hands up to his face and inhales sharply. Skinchangers. He can still remember the stories Old Nan told him as a child, the same stories she would tell Bran over and over again. That- it can't be possible. ]

Gods be good.

[wolfchild]

It's true. I can prove it. It's not bad, Robb, really.

[ She grabs his hand. Her heart is beating too fast. She can feel it in her chest:boom boom boom. ]

[wolfskin]

How? [ How is this good? In this moment he cannot see it, he cannot see how being a skinchanger is good in any way. ]

[wolfchild]

Do you think me bad?

[wolfskin]

What? [ He looks at her, mouth agape. ] No, I do not think you bad.

[wolfchild]

Do you trust me?

[wolfskin]

I do.

[wolfchild]

Then believe me! I-I can show it to you! I can wear Nymeria's skin. She's never hurt and neither am I. It only hurts when we go in there. [ She points into the Dead Zone. ] That's why they're so unhappy in there. They can't feel us anymore. It's like losing a leg and they mislike it.

[wolfskin]

[ It sounds mad, it really does, and if he had not seen what he thinks he saw- if he had not seen the filter she wrote him, he would truly think his sister mad. But he knows her, he thinks he knows her well enough that she would not make up such an outlandish tale.

And the pain he felt entering the Dead Zone, the way his wolf reacted making his horse throw him... ]

Forgive me, I do not think you false. You would not make up such a like. This is all just- [ Too much. ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya bites her lip. She's pushing, she knows. She swallows her fear. ]

I'm sorry.

[wolfskin]

[ He shakes his head, trying to give her a reassuring smile. It is comes out uneasy instead. ]

It is alright.

[wolfchild]

[ Shame colors her. She has to look away. ]

Should we make a fire?

[wolfskin]

Aye, we should.

[ He shifts, moving to begin the task. ]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya gathers branches and kindling. She builds it with ease born of practice. Once she's finished, she sits back on her heels for Robb to light it. She chews on her lip. ]