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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
b. silverglen retreat
c. forests around silverglen retreat
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
[ make your own adventure! or ask me for a starter :') ]
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You can make one up if you want. I don't care.
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Rose decided not to kneel down to the girl's level - mostly because that always pissed her off when she was the girl's age and people thought she needed to be treated like she didn't understand how things were. Instead she held her hand out to the wolf to finally sniff.]
I'd prefer to use a name you like. I've kinda become the dragonsworn leader of our flight, so I want you to know that I'm around if you need me. I'm not going to tell you what you can or can't do; just don't endanger the Sanctum and watch out for the death knights of the other Flights.
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You'll lose the hand you do that again. My name's Nan.
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If she thought you a threat, she'd have already killed you.
[ she doesn't say it as a boast but as a fact. ]
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Society here doesn't run on money. It's a barter system. I usually trade apples or physical labor for things here.
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See you back at the Sanctum.
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disappearing was so much easier when she wasn't followed by five foot tall wolf. ]