warforged | oh sunshine in an empty place ( ota )

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oh sunshine in an empty place ( ota )

Who: arya and you!!
What: arrival + wandering
Where: emerald sanctum + silverglen retreat
When: pre-kidnappings and post

a. emerald sanctum

[ for having been recently abducted to an entirely different world, arya stark is handling it remarkably well. joy had replaced her fear when she found nymeria returned to her. the direwolf is no longer a pup and had bowled her over, licking her neck and face while arya laughed and hugged her.

following the reunion, girl and wolf had taken to exploring. arya had tried climbing a tree, but the canopy was up too high and nymeria worried. after so long separated, she is loath to leave her wolf’s side. but there is plenty to see on the ground too. strange broad-leafed plants their green so dark and rich and beautiful flowers the like of which arya has never seen.

and the dragons!

she drew to a stop when she saw the first one — only for a moment before it vanished again among the green. her mouth dropped open into a perfect little o, her eyes wide and unblinking. dragons! real, living dragons!

even faced with such beasts, her fear feels like a distant thing. there are no guards and she has needle and nymeria and a thousand places to hide. she wanders in a state of half-curiosity, half-awe. giggling, she grabs a branch and swings herself back and forth. ]

b. silverglen retreat

[ she was warned of the dangers outside. still, arya awakes one morning and sets off after she and nymeria have eaten to the town. she has both her swords at her hip, needle gleaming and sharp and syrios’ heavy wooden blade, and a quiver of arrows and a bow at her back. she debated long moments whether to take a crossbow; she finally settled for the promise that she would practice with it when she returned.

on the way she practiced shooting at nearby targets. arya would grin after the arrows hit and run off to recover them. at the town, she and nymeria both got their fair share of looks, but nothing compared to how arya stared at the night elves.

they’re purple. it was all she could think and she made the mistake of voicing her observation. she apologized profusely and tried not to stare at anyone else once she was allowed in but—

they’re purple.

it has to be dye. but arya doesn’t ask. she wanders the streets, trying to keep her eyes on the houses, the shops, the wares. whenever her eyes slide over another elf, she drops them quickly to the floor. nymeria remains at her shoulder, growling at any that strays too close. ]

c. forests around silverglen retreat

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[Zelos was a fighter. He knew his way around the battlefield, or how to fend off a monster attack. Even without his powers, he wasn't completely defenseless.]

[However, being a fighter doesn't exactly make him a strong hunter.]

[It had take him several hours to track down a stag, to get into a position where he could kill it and take the meat to trade. It hadn't been easy, these guys seem to run off at the faintest sound and stealth was hard when you're bright red and in chainmail. But finally he had managed to slip into some trees where there was one grazing and was focusing on the perfect shot to take it out with one fireball-]

[Or it would have happened, if out of nowhere a certain direwolf didn't lunge out of the foliage and tackled the stag to the ground. ]

Seriously?! You gotta be kidding me!

[ nymeria's ears prick at the sound. she crouches low, her jaws closed tightly around the stag's neck until the animal stops struggling.

but while nymeria defends her kill, arya defends her. she has the arrow notched and drawn the moment she hears the shout. it's not hard to find the owner; with hair that red, she could see him from a mile off. if he starts toward nymeria, she tells herself, she'll let the arrow fly. the image of the boy she killed comes before her and she shudders. her mouth goes dry. arya has to swallow roughly before she can speak.

remaining hidden, she calls back, ] It's ours now!

[Oh, the thought of attacking the wolf did cross his mind, but he hadn't acted on it. Since dude, that is one big wolf and the only defense he really had right now was his fire. Even if he was pissed about his kill being stolen by a mutt, he wasn't sure it was worth getting maimed over.]

[But the voice however, startles him. Since hey, he recognizes that voice]

What the- Cat?!

[He's looking around, squinting to see if he can spot her- but nope. She's well hidden and his eyes just suck these days]

[ her mother's name is so startling she flinches. but she doesn't sound like catelyn. does she? how could he know her mother's name?

arya lowers the bow. she keeps the arrow in place, however, in case she must shoot. she squints at the stranger, but all she can see is red hair.

her mother has a younger brother. arya has never met her uncle edmure; none of her brothers or her sister has. even catelyn has not seen him since she left riverrun, the seat of house tully, fourteen years ago.

she creeps along the grass until she comes out of the bushes near where nymeria is. the arrow points at the ground, the fingers still curled around the string trembling faintly. there is no recognition in her dark grey eyes. ]

Who are you?

[ she's proud of how strong her voice sounds. she hopes her mother would be too. ]

[He watches her step out into view. It's definitely that girl he knew in Exsilium, but there were a lot of changes. Her hair was long, she didn't seem as gaunt. And most of all- that was a definite lack of recognition in her expression]

[Crap. For all he knows, she's using a different name. Time to lie]

Oh-

Sorry, I thought you were someone else.

[yeeeaaah]

[ her brow furrows. maybe she shouldn't admit to it — she doesn't know who he is — ]

You called me by my lady mother's name.

[ arya bites her lip. despite herself, she can't extinguish the bubble of hope in her chest. it aches in her throat and softens her tone. ]

Do you know her?

Your...mother?

[Her mom's name is Cat? Wow. That's a twist. He honestly had never given much thought to who Arya's parents were- besides they were named Stark and most likely dead]

No...I can't say I do. Sorry.

Oh.

[ disappointment shoots through her. she should have known better.

arya scratches the back of her wrist before something tugs at her. suspicion laces her eyes when she looks up at him again. ]

How do you know it then?

[He sees that disappointment, but there's little he can do about it since it's true, he doesn't know her mother]

Like I said, I just mistook you for someone else. It's not like I had a clear sight of you in the bushes there.

[It seemed easier than explaining the fuckery that was their lives in the past couple worlds]

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B (pre-kidnapping)

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a, it's happening

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