First Snowfall [Action]

[aryaunderfoot]

[Beneath a thin blanket of snow, she stirred. The world had turned to snow and ice, trees mostly bare or covered in thick layers of needles, braced against the cold. This was not the cool, snowy world she had been born into, however; her nose told her as much. Still, the smells were familiar, if a bit confusing. She had been here once before. She and her human had once roamed these same woods. The smell was a bit different now, but she was sure her little human must be close. She put her nose to the wind, sniffed. Turned. Loped off into the trees, following the familiar.

The search did not take long. She stood over the girl, pushed her nose into her face.

Arya awoke to her direwolf breathing right in her face, hot, humid breaths melting the snow that had started to cover her.

A few moments later, she had found the journal. Memory stirred. Not all was clear quite yet, but with Nymeria by her side, she could face anything.

The hard part would be remembering which way the town lay in. That didn't bother her at all, though. Snow and ice just reminded her of home and of running through fresh-fallen summer snows with her brothers. It was a bittersweet memory, but one she was willing to take her time with as she started to walk back, Nymeria leading the way.]

[Arya arrived in town near sundown, barefoot but seemingly not bothered at all by it, flanked by her massive direwolf. First things were first: find something to cover the weak point of her wings, then find Needle. All else could follow after that.

She can be spotted at the clothing shop, digging through to find something warm that will block her wings from being visible, mostly just looking like some beggar girl with her hair all uneven and her elbows all scuffed up. Once she's bundled herself up in something thick and wooly, it's off to the blacksmith's to dig through and find Needle. And finally, properly armed and clothed, she heads to the grocery to snatch up something for Nymeria to eat... and maybe even a chunk of bread for herself.

Then, she figures, she should probably try to see if those people she was staying with before were still around...]

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[wise_maiden]

[A girl and her direwolf. That's a sight she hasn't seen in a while - and it's almost a little startling, as she climbs up from the tunnel entrance to see them making their way around the square.

There's no telling if Arya remembers - after all, most of the new arrivals lately seemed to have been without their memories - but there was only one way to be certain. The girl at least, seems to be clothed properly.]

... Hello. Have you been able to get your bearings?

[That should be safe enough.]

[aryaunderfoot]

[Arya paused, turning to see who was speaking to her. Something was stirring at the back of her memory about this person, but all that came to mind was "maester." Still, the woman was familiar somehow, and Nymeria wasn't growling at her, so that had to be a good sign.]

Yes, I have. Well enough, at least. The winter here isn't all that bad.

[wise_maiden]

We'll have only a few months before spring arrives again. [From what she recalled seasons were very different for this girl.] Have you found a place for both of you to stay?

[aryaunderfoot]

[A shrug.] Maybe. I've not found anyone I was staying with before yet. But we can get along just fine even if they left.

[There's plenty of places for one small girl and one big wolf, after all.]

[wise_maiden]

So... you do remember Luceti. Who were you staying with before? If they're still here, or were sent back, I may know of it.

[aryaunderfoot]

[Names. That's the hard part. Her memory is still fuzzy on the names even though the layout of the town has clicked back into place. She pauses.]

...I think his name was Kirk. Maybe Kurt.

[Nymeria whines at "Kurt." Maybe that wasn't it.]

[wise_maiden]

I see... well, as far as I'm aware, there's both a Kurt and a Kirk that are still here in the village. So you may be in luck after all.

[aryaunderfoot]

[She gives a nod.] We'll find them, then. Nymeria seems to remember this place better than I do.

[Nymeria gives her a look. Of course she remembers, girl.]

[wise_maiden]

It's not as if this place is very large to begin with, so I'm sure you'll do fine. She's your... [A pause, as she thinks over the term- it's been a while.] direwolf, correct?