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Apr. 27th, 2012 04:53 pm
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (a girl remembers smiling)
[Arya is smiling when the video clicks on. She's still as dirty and mussed up as ever, the flood hasn't changed her thoughts on presentibility or cleanliness, but she is much, much less guarded.] I think we should have a feast. We can bring tables to the deck, and we can have songs - we'd only need some drums, and lutes, and I know all sorts of songs. My sister used to sing, she loved songs. I never tried, but I could sing some. And Nymeria and me, we can help set up, and cook. It'll be fun!

[Who needs subtlety to learn about you all when she can just gather you in one place to chat?]

Does anyone else want to help? I'll be on the deck.

((OOC: Super affected. Where she was prickly and guarded, she's now full of hugs and very open. Seriously anyone coming in contact will be subjected to hugs. Totally open to spam!))
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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.
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