[ quiet as a shadow. calm as still water, she loops syrio's teachings. fear cuts deeper than swords. without armor to weight her down, arya dances from step to step, silent and graceful in a well-practiced way rather than the innate ease of later years.
soon, she overtakes nymeria. she keeps her eyes peeled on her surroundings, led on by intuition fed by little marks she finds. when they reach a small clearing, she turns around. she holds her finger to her lips for zelos to be silent before she climbs agile as a squirrel up a tree. a small rustling, scarcely noticeable over the sounds of the woods, comes from the tree next to hers, then the next one over: she jumps from tree to tree.
nymeria watches her climb then slinks off. despite her size, she is as quiet as arya, and vanishes as easily.
nothing happens for a long time. then distant sounds of a chase, quickly coming closer.
nymeria directs the stag into the clearing; arya, situated midway between them and where zelos waits, feathers it. it crashes to the ground, an arrow in its chest and another in its neck. a third arrow missed its mark; it digs into a tree.
arya swings herself down, her bow still in her hands. when she can see zelos, she dips into a perfect curtsy. ]
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soon, she overtakes nymeria. she keeps her eyes peeled on her surroundings, led on by intuition fed by little marks she finds. when they reach a small clearing, she turns around. she holds her finger to her lips for zelos to be silent before she climbs agile as a squirrel up a tree. a small rustling, scarcely noticeable over the sounds of the woods, comes from the tree next to hers, then the next one over: she jumps from tree to tree.
nymeria watches her climb then slinks off. despite her size, she is as quiet as arya, and vanishes as easily.
nothing happens for a long time. then distant sounds of a chase, quickly coming closer.
nymeria directs the stag into the clearing; arya, situated midway between them and where zelos waits, feathers it. it crashes to the ground, an arrow in its chest and another in its neck. a third arrow missed its mark; it digs into a tree.
arya swings herself down, her bow still in her hands. when she can see zelos, she dips into a perfect curtsy. ]