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Who: Arya and you!
What: Escaping the clinic
When: Noon-ish.
Where: Lobby/Satis Tower stairwell
[ two days in the clinic is too much for one arya stark. earlier she had shoved her blankets on the floor and dropped down on top of them. gripping them, she had given the end to nymeria for the direwolf to pull her out.
the plan had worked. until they came to the stairs. nymeria has enough strength to pull her up. she also has enough strength to pull arya's arm out of its socket. arya had struggled up two of them herself before sinking on them, breathing hard and sweating copiously. a week asleep and her legs refuse to work right. even her arms feel weak. she feels weak. she hates it. she hates the castle for changing her. and she hates the fucking stairs.
with no journal on her to call someone, she stays at the bottom of the stairs, the blanket pooled around her legs. nymeria lies on the floor, blocking the entire way, panting heavily. to make it look planned, arya makes herself comfortable and even sings a few verses of queen nymeria's song as she picks things out of nymeria's fur.
pajamas and blankets are totally the fashionable look, man. ]
What: Escaping the clinic
When: Noon-ish.
Where: Lobby/Satis Tower stairwell
[ two days in the clinic is too much for one arya stark. earlier she had shoved her blankets on the floor and dropped down on top of them. gripping them, she had given the end to nymeria for the direwolf to pull her out.
the plan had worked. until they came to the stairs. nymeria has enough strength to pull her up. she also has enough strength to pull arya's arm out of its socket. arya had struggled up two of them herself before sinking on them, breathing hard and sweating copiously. a week asleep and her legs refuse to work right. even her arms feel weak. she feels weak. she hates it. she hates the castle for changing her. and she hates the fucking stairs.
with no journal on her to call someone, she stays at the bottom of the stairs, the blanket pooled around her legs. nymeria lies on the floor, blocking the entire way, panting heavily. to make it look planned, arya makes herself comfortable and even sings a few verses of queen nymeria's song as she picks things out of nymeria's fur.
pajamas and blankets are totally the fashionable look, man. ]
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I'm not alone.
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You're not gonna tell me that a dog's your guardian.
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Nymeria's a direwolf.
[ arya pats the wolf's back. ]
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Never heard of 'em. Now, is that a fancy word for a dog, or a fancy word for a guardian?
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[Tess sits down next to her, not bothering to wait for an invitation, and she offers Nymeria a hand. When's the last time she pet a dog? It feels like an experience from another time.]
I've just never seen a girl with a pet wolf. I thought he was a big husky or something.
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[ arya can see it happening. nymeria, seemingly at ease, suddenly snapping. the woman's going to lose fingers, if not her whole hand.
to her shock, nymeria only smells it. then she tucks her head back between her front paws and closes her eyes.
at a loss for words, she can only manage: ] She's not a pet.
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Well, then, I'm just gettin' it all wrong today, aren't I?
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[ arya is still waiting for the moment nymeria will show her true colors. but the direwolf seems content to stay where she is. ]
Why does she like you? She hates everyone she meets.
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I don't know; she's your wolf.
What makes today so bad?
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It's not a good day.
[ arya picks a stray string from her blanket. she squints at tess. ]
Have you been here long?
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[She leans an elbow on her knee.]
It got something to do with you being out here in your pajamas?
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Well, I'm not your mother, so I'm not about to stop you. Go wild, kid.
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No, you're not.
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Not particularly. You want me to go, just say so.
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[ with a quiet whine, nymeria nuzzles her belly. arya hugs her one-handed. ]