aryaunderfoot: ([Nymeria] House Stark)
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[Afternoon]

[It may have been years since they last saw each other, but Arya and her direwolf are out adventuring around the town, neither one seeming to care all that much about the rain. Nymeria isn’t exactly the best trained creature in the universe, though, so she keeps trotting off ahead of Arya and leaving the girl to catch up. And she’s really not listening to commands all that well, either; not that she ever did, but years of growing rusty with commands like “to me” and “sit” doesn’t do much for going around town. It doesn’t seem to be dampening either one’s spirits, though.

Arya makes sure to make a stop at the grocery store, though, to get her wolf something to eat. Nymeria follows her in. Hopefully no one will be upset at a wolf shaking herself dry all over the meat aisle. Or be too upset when Arya all but drags said wolf outside again to tear into the biggest roast she could find... right on the doorstep of the store. Gigantic wolves with bloody muzzles aren’t anything to worry about, right.

When Nymeria is satiated, and the sun is starting to go down and turn the rain unpleasantly cold, Arya and her wolf head back to House 2... where another scuffle breaks out, because the wolf does not want to go in, and Arya is trying to push her through the door. Which isn’t working too well. Oops.]

[[ooc: Anyone is free to end up meeting Nymeria before/instead of Arya during the morning; she’s a five-foot-tall direwolf, soaked and hungry and a known maneater. Have fun~]]
aryaunderfoot: (Baelor the Butthole)
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[With so many things glaringly wrong with this place, she figures it's time to try scoping it out. The girl very cautiously approaches the village, keeping to the trees for cover until she's sure there aren't any Lannister banners flying anywhere. When there aren't any, it isn't much consolation; the buildings are huge, and the architecture isn't anything she's ever seen before. This place may not be full of lions, but it's not exactly a safe zone, either. She's not even sure what it is.

Eventually, she finds her way into town, going around to see what exactly there is to see here. She doubts she'll spot any familiar faces, but she still makes her way through all the shops in the main square, trying to get some kind of sense of what kind of town this is. The smith shop is familiar, the fashions in the clothing shop completely outlandish, the foods in the indoor marketplace entirely alien.

And she is so, so very lost. As she makes her way through town, the old phrase starts repeating in the back of her mind: Fear cuts deeper than swords. She can do this. She has to do this.

Towards nightfall, after much exploration and poking around, the girl makes her way back to the stables she passed by at some point. The horses are horses. That much is familiar, at least. This much she can understand completely. And the familiar, earthy, horsey smells are something of a comfort when you're trying to wrap your head around what in the world happened to bring you to a place such as this.]

[[ooc: Feel free to run into her at any point!]]

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