Nov. 14th, 2011

fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (Yeah I love this helmet)
[The video turns on, fuzzy and too close to whatever it is Arya's trying to show; she still doesn't quite have the hang of technology. Eventually, she backs up, and the fuzzy image resolves into a white tree with red leaves. On its trunk, a face is carved - the sap is red, though, and looks a lot like blood.

Then the video is spinning back to Arya, who looks breathless and dirtier than usual. She's smiling, though, a big, almost childish grin. CREEPY BLEEDING TREES ARE CAUSE FOR EXCITEMENT WHERE SHE COMES FROM.]


It's the godswood! Jon come quick, it's Winterfell! [And the picture gets a shaky cam treatment because Arya is climbing up the first low branch. Everything gets very white then very dark as the camera gets crushed against a tree branch. Who says you can't beat up tech. :|]


((OOC: THIS IS BACKDATED TO THIS MORNING, before Ivy took over the CES.))

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When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon...But it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.