video; shipwide

[aliased]

Who: Arya Stark
Broadcast: Shipwide
Action: Planetside, outside the inn she's staying in.


[ the camera comes on and for a moment it's on arya's face before it turns to show the sky, filled with stars. ]

Did you know that stars are made of very hot gas? [ because she didn't. not until the moment she woke up on the ship. arya isn't a little girl anymore, life has changed her, morphed her into something she never was. yet she's not as bitter or jaded, she hasn't had a chance to change that much. but still, the world is a darker place to arya stark. she'd been angry when she first got here, she's still angry but she's done her exploring.

the little girl in her shines through as she turns the camera back to her face and she grins-- ]

Like farts.

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[the inn]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[He finds her sitting in the same inn he is staying, talking to the communicator about passing gas and stars. When he sees her grin he smiles a little and finally slides into the chair across of her, hands folded in front of him.]

Good morrow, sister.

[The smile on his face becomes a little bit sharper.]

If all the stars were farts space would be really smelly.

[aliased]

[ she grins at him like she used to, like whenever she did something that made their lady mother cross and for a moment, they shared a laugh before both of them were scolded.]

It probably is. It probably smells like Hodor.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb laughs too, snickering softly until Arya mentions Hodor’s smell. He can’t help but to snicker a little bit louder.]

Thank the gods we are inside the ships then. I cannot imagine living while having to smell Hodor every day.

How have you been? Do you like it here? [He looks around the inn, trying to spot a direwolf. It could very well be that Arya asked for one too.]

[aliased]

We used to-- [ she points out, her smile fading for a moment before she looks at him, brow furrowing.]

This place is strange. Everything is. [ she brightens.] I have a direwolf.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb utters a ’hmmm?’ when Arya does not finish her sentence, curious about what she wanted to say.]

It is. [He nods.] I am not quite sure if I would ever be able to get used to this. [He barely fits in, yet he tries to adapt and learn the modern language.] I have one as well.

Did they give you Nymeria? The tree, I mean.

[aliased]

You have one? What did you name it? [ her smile fades for a moment.] No. She's different from Nymeria. [ she looks at Robb then.] I named her Luna. It means moon.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

I still have not. It is not that easy as it has been with Grey Wind. [He knew his name would be Grey Wind the second he held him. But this direwolf felt like a stranger to him.] That is a good name.

[Should he call his Winter?]