Arya Stark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords) wrote2013-09-01 05:36 pm
fearcutsdeeperthanswords) wrote2013-09-01 05:36 pm
Entry tags:
- [comm] lastvoyages,
- a daughter will always be someone's,
- a girl has family,
- a girl is a princess,
- a girl remembers,
- a son will always be a son,
- all my wardens hate me,
- i am not a baby!!!!!,
- jon left me too :c,
- of winterfell,
- sexism in medieval societies,
- that's sansa,
- tyrion was a good dad,
- valar morghulis,
- viserys was a dragon,
- we thought we lost you
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[With all these people graduating lately and all her wardens gone off, Arya has been doing a lot of thinking. She's wormed her way into the CES - she always seems to find a way - and is sitting against Nymeria, using the direwolf as a pillow. She's wearing a modern looking zipper hoodie over her usual threadbare attire; the zipper is open, but the hood is up, and on its top are two fuzzy, gray wolf ears. There's dirt on her face when she clicks the feed on, in a swoop from her cheek to her jaw; on the other side she's managed to accumulate a couple scratches. She doesn't seem to notice either.]
There's no one left from Westeros, besides me. Tyrion's gone. Viserys used to be here; I don't think there are a lot who remember him. Jon Snow was here, too. But he left.
[They all left is what she doesn't say out loud. She scratches at her jaw, somehow missing the dirt.]
I've been here a long time, though. I checked - it's two years, now. [She doesn't pause; she's already let that sink in.] Your worlds are all different from mine. You treat people like babies till they're old; you call them kids until they're eighteen, twenty. In Westeros, and Essos, and all over in my world - a girl is grown when she's flowered. [She makes a face, because it's a dumb euphemism, but it's ingrained.] My brother was a king when he was fifteen. He wasn't a boy, he had a beard and led men and killed his enemies. [And he died.
She pauses for a moment, looking up as a shadow passes over her, presumably a cloud.]
When I was littler, I wanted to know if I could build castles, or be a High Septon, or be a councilor to a king. He said I could marry a king, and my sons could be Septons and builders and knights and lords. Well I'm not getting married, and I'm not having sons, not ever.
Is that what it's like in your worlds, too? I don't mean, do they say no and you do it anyway, that's not any different. Are girls allowed to be rulers and builders and fighters where you all are from?
There's no one left from Westeros, besides me. Tyrion's gone. Viserys used to be here; I don't think there are a lot who remember him. Jon Snow was here, too. But he left.
[They all left is what she doesn't say out loud. She scratches at her jaw, somehow missing the dirt.]
I've been here a long time, though. I checked - it's two years, now. [She doesn't pause; she's already let that sink in.] Your worlds are all different from mine. You treat people like babies till they're old; you call them kids until they're eighteen, twenty. In Westeros, and Essos, and all over in my world - a girl is grown when she's flowered. [She makes a face, because it's a dumb euphemism, but it's ingrained.] My brother was a king when he was fifteen. He wasn't a boy, he had a beard and led men and killed his enemies. [And he died.
She pauses for a moment, looking up as a shadow passes over her, presumably a cloud.]
When I was littler, I wanted to know if I could build castles, or be a High Septon, or be a councilor to a king. He said I could marry a king, and my sons could be Septons and builders and knights and lords. Well I'm not getting married, and I'm not having sons, not ever.
Is that what it's like in your worlds, too? I don't mean, do they say no and you do it anyway, that's not any different. Are girls allowed to be rulers and builders and fighters where you all are from?
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[He should be more fair; not everyone here is used to space and aliens and the like, not like him. But still, most of the other answers he could mention about Earth specifically are already more or less spoken for.]
On other planets, in other species, there are societies that are matriarchal in manner, or even look down on men. And there are species that don't have gender at all. Or have genders, but they don't exactly correspond to male and female. Or have any concept of what a girl is. And some have so many genders that two is thought of as strange.
Humanity is just one iteration, and the way our societies deal with the biology and psychology of men and women and everything outside and in between can change so drastically depending on location or time period.
...Is that a wolf? [You know, because that's the one strange thingout of all of this.]
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If you're not a man or a woman, what are you?
[No the strange thing is definitely this extra gender business. But she glances toward Nymeria's head and lifts a hand to pet her ear.]
She's a direwolf. Her name is Nymeria.
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[No you're strange gawd] What's the difference between a wolf and a direwolf, then?
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[nope you starfleet peeps are definitely the weird ones.]
Direwolves are bigger. [Note: pony sized.] And they're from the north. And they're smarter.
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[no u] How did you come across her? [Waaay more interesting kthnx.]
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[u!!] My brothers found her litter. [It's a good memory, Robb and Bran and Jon and Theon coming in with the wriggling puppies for them all, but she doesn't want to think about Winterfell.] Her mother was killed by a big elk or something. [A stag. More symbolism that way.] We raised them.