TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[aliased]

But it wasn't a dream! [ she insisted as she looks up at him, pulling back. oh, she'd wished it harder than anyone could wish something that watching her father die (she had not quite seen it) had not happened.] Joffrey had your head, father. I saw it. [ she'd seen his headless body at least before yoren dragged her away, cut off her hair, and she became a boy.]

It wasn't a dream. [ there's a heartbreak and anger in her eyes that must proof that what she says, she knows to be true.] They called you a traitor, they said you were trying to take the crown from Joffrey. I knew they were lying but they killed you. And I couldn't stop it. I tried but I couldn't.

[quietwolf]

[ It's the keenness of the truth in her eyes that makes him listen, although he knows he's never lost his head to anyone, let alone Joffrey. Still very much attached to it, thankfully. She's shaken up though and it's all he can do to rub her arms and eye that raggedy hair-cut, concern lacing through as he nods decisively. ]

... Alright. Alright, I believe you.

[ Somehow, something about this land with all its rife magic has twisted their perception. He knows when Arya is lying and this is not one of those times, that's without having breathed a word of what he's uncovered regarding the validity of Joffrey's right to rule. Not yet. He was on his way to meet Cersei, in fact, when the little fairy creatures intercepted him on his path.

Ned reels his daughter back into his arms, his deep voice tinged with a rumble of protectiveness. ]

Hush, then. You're safe with me where no harm will come to you, my girl. Have you seen your sister about?

[aliased]

No, no, she screamed. I heard her scream and then she fainted, I didn't see her after Yoren took me-- [ she probably sounds a bit wild, her mind is racing, the thoughts, the memories of that day haunt her, torment her. but she must be strong, she can't cry.

and yet there are tears slipping down her cheeks as he keeps her close. he smells familiar, he smells like home. it has to be him, it truly does, doesn't it? if he were a ghost, he would smell like a ghost. old nan always said they smelled different, wrong. dead.]

I thought I'd never see you again.

[quietwolf]

Come now, look at these big tears from such a little girl.

[ Finding the cuff of his shirt, he gently wipes away the worst of them and as much of the dirt as he can. Disturbed by what she says, Ned reaches to pull her into his lap and rocks with her as if she's no more than a babe in arms, the warmth and noise of the feast a backdrop to their own world.

He finds her hand, splaying his own big one against it, and murmurs into her hair. ]

Now you've found me again, see? We shan't be parted. [ His fingers slide through her own and give a reassuring squeeze, a good knee jostling her fondly as though to underline the fact it can, he's entirely solid. ] Your father's here, Arya. He's right here.

[aliased]

I'm not little-- [ she protests softly, weakly as he pulls her into his arms and into his lap, like she is a little girl. and she can't find the will to fight it just now, not when she feels so exhausted, feels worn to the bone. and here is her father. maybe i'm dead too.]

You promise? [ its the question of a child, of a girl her actual age, not the girl she's started to be twisted into. her eyes fall shut for a moment before her stomach growls loudly, earning itself a sheepish and yet annoyed look at her stomach. not having eaten a proper meal in over a week, her body protests.]

[quietwolf]

You're not half so big as me, I can call you little for a long time yet. [ His tone softens, losing the teasing edge. ] I promise. I'll stay.

[ That grumbling stomach gives him cause to gently tip up her chin, taking a look at her. Far too thin ... ]

What do you say we eat all the fine food we please, then take off to sit and talk together in my rooms? We'll even bring some with us for the morning.

[ Honestly, with no idea where the kitchens are and no reason to trust the servants just yet, he plans on taking enough food back with them later so she never has to stop munching, if she wishes. ]

[aliased]

[ a part of her fears that she will wake up in the mud, next to all the smelly boys that are her companions on their way to the north. most are just boys but some are rapers and thieves. this dream, if that is what it is, is far too pleasant for her to want to wake from.

his offer, his idea, she nods in agreement. her voice fails her for the moment before she moves to uncurl herself from his chest, ready to come off his lap because the aroma of food is far enticing for her to stop.]

[quietwolf]

[ He lets her go and all but helps plant her at his side, reaching over the table to bring closer some bowls of buttered potatoes and a thick slab of roast beef. Anything she'd be given at home is picked out, and Ned helps himself to it too, a hand patting her choppy hair down now and then. ]

Eat and drink your fill, and let's hope your lady mother arrives after you've done so or I'll be charged with keeping a wild girl at the table without first having sent her to wash.

[ He doesn't care for all that, but it's a familiar enough thing to say in order to try and put her at ease. Her spirits are so far downcast that Ned would do almost anything to lift them again, keeping an eye on the crowd for anyone they know while Arya is by his side. ]

[aliased]

Mother. [ the word almost feels foreign in her mouth and yet she longs for the woman whom it represents. there had been a time she resented her mother for sending her to king's landing, for trying to force her into being a lady but now she would gladly put on a fine dress if it meant seeing her mother again... alright, not gladly but perhaps without too much of a battle. or... she wouldn't run away this time.

the food looks too good resist and she hums softly before she moves to reach out for the things her father draws near. she reaches for the potatoes first, stuffing them in her mouth with a ferocity that would probably earn her a great scolding had her lady mother been there. but her stomach demands the food and she eats it happily, staying pressed to her father's side, still conflicted as to what to think about any of this.]