โค IN THE HOUSE AGAIN [ So much of this place reminds her of the House of Black and White that Arya has so far treated it with that same careful reverence that kept her alive and looked after then. The strange magics that she cannot fathom without seeing what stands behind their power make her cautious, if not quite afraid. She's learned to master fear. She's been in countless more frightening predicaments before this other world. Yet the fountain she'd been drawn from seemed so much like the black pool and the mages, if not as quiet and controlled as the acolytes, were an unsettlingly familiar presence. She doesn't fight any of them. She doesn't want to show them what she can do.
She certainly doesn't like being branded as "The Fool", however. How could it possibly mean anything but what the term suggests? She wears the tunic with as much dignity as she can muster, though it is a silent sort. It seems she has become a ghost again, in a way, but the place she now haunts is an utter mystery to her.
But a question without an answer has never stopped nor stalled Arya before. She takes to exploring immediately on quiet feet, taking in everything familiar and foreign about the kingdom she's found, and when she comes upon someone wearing a tunic like hers she manages to stop herself from asking the real question she wants to know the answer to: 'is this the land west of Westeros?'. ]
Do you know the purpose of these sigils?
[ If it's strange for a young woman to be as forward and to the point as her, she doesn't appear to know it. ] โค DOWN TO THE DUNGEONS [ It was only a matter of time before Arya discovered that there were other recent arrivals like her who hadn't been allowed their freedom of the castle. She can think of no better place to start her quest for true information than the dungeons where they're being kept, though when she isn't stopped from descending into them, every sense is on high alert as she takes the winding steps into the dark.
She has fought the dark before. She's as calm as still water.
At first, she only watches the prisoners, strange and silent as a ghost while her dark eyes take in every face and movement beyond the bars. Few of them look like the type of prisoners she's seen kept in chains before, though they appear comfortable enough. She doesn't have a reason to speak to them, despite her curiosity. There are no questions that she can yet ask she can't also assume the answers to. If they arrived here in the same manner she did, they'll be able to tell her little more than she already knows. The pool, the mages, all this strangeness. What could someone with less freedom to explore than her possibly have to say?
Still, Arya has never been good at waiting for events or answers to come to her. She does when she must, but curiosity is so easy to heed. So she wants until a pair of eyes stick to hers in the gloom. ]
Have they told you why you're here?
[ If she knows that, perhaps she can figure out why she isn't locked up alongside these wretches, an important mystery above all others. ] โค WILDCARD ( open to a lot, hit me up or pm to plot! arya is post-series, sry fam. )
arya stark | game of thrones | (the fool)
[ So much of this place reminds her of the House of Black and White that Arya has so far treated it with that same careful reverence that kept her alive and looked after then. The strange magics that she cannot fathom without seeing what stands behind their power make her cautious, if not quite afraid. She's learned to master fear. She's been in countless more frightening predicaments before this other world. Yet the fountain she'd been drawn from seemed so much like the black pool and the mages, if not as quiet and controlled as the acolytes, were an unsettlingly familiar presence. She doesn't fight any of them. She doesn't want to show them what she can do.
She certainly doesn't like being branded as "The Fool", however. How could it possibly mean anything but what the term suggests? She wears the tunic with as much dignity as she can muster, though it is a silent sort. It seems she has become a ghost again, in a way, but the place she now haunts is an utter mystery to her.
But a question without an answer has never stopped nor stalled Arya before. She takes to exploring immediately on quiet feet, taking in everything familiar and foreign about the kingdom she's found, and when she comes upon someone wearing a tunic like hers she manages to stop herself from asking the real question she wants to know the answer to: 'is this the land west of Westeros?'. ]
Do you know the purpose of these sigils?
[ If it's strange for a young woman to be as forward and to the point as her, she doesn't appear to know it. ]
โค DOWN TO THE DUNGEONS
[ It was only a matter of time before Arya discovered that there were other recent arrivals like her who hadn't been allowed their freedom of the castle. She can think of no better place to start her quest for true information than the dungeons where they're being kept, though when she isn't stopped from descending into them, every sense is on high alert as she takes the winding steps into the dark.
She has fought the dark before. She's as calm as still water.
At first, she only watches the prisoners, strange and silent as a ghost while her dark eyes take in every face and movement beyond the bars. Few of them look like the type of prisoners she's seen kept in chains before, though they appear comfortable enough. She doesn't have a reason to speak to them, despite her curiosity. There are no questions that she can yet ask she can't also assume the answers to. If they arrived here in the same manner she did, they'll be able to tell her little more than she already knows. The pool, the mages, all this strangeness. What could someone with less freedom to explore than her possibly have to say?
Still, Arya has never been good at waiting for events or answers to come to her. She does when she must, but curiosity is so easy to heed. So she wants until a pair of eyes stick to hers in the gloom. ]
Have they told you why you're here?
[ If she knows that, perhaps she can figure out why she isn't locked up alongside these wretches, an important mystery above all others. ]
โค WILDCARD
( open to a lot, hit me up or pm to plot! arya is post-series, sry fam. )