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capeandcowllogs2012-06-04 06:47 pm
danceswithwater) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-06-04 06:47 pm
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth
WHO: Arya Stark and OPEN
WHERE: All over the City, including back alleys, the docks, in front of store windows, and Central Park.
WHEN: Tuesday June 5th to dawn on the 7th.
WARNINGS: Violence? Also ASoIaF spoilers.
SUMMARY: Arya goes exploring in her new city.
FORMAT: tl;dr to start, then responders choice!
Live. That was the one, sole goal of the girl that slipped through the shadows of the strange City. Survive. She had nothing. No clothing but the rough spun servants clothes of the temple, no weapon but Needle, no gold, no silver, nothing.
But that was stupid. A child’s pathetic mewling. She wasn’t a child. She was a wolf. The wolf. Near to being a woman grown. Crying over what was not known did nothing. The city and its people were there for her to see, to hear, to smell. If she were willing. Do not look. See.. And so she did not cower in the thin wilderness she had found at the city’s heart. Did not close her eyes and wish it away. Upon waking on the second day she returned to the streets.
Many of them spoke the common tongue here, she knew that much. They talked of heroes and other worlds. Stupid stories like old Nan’s, meant for children still young enough to think knights could save their lord’s life or sworn men could keep their promises and bring the princess back to her castle. But they believed them. Things moved fast here, moved loudly, moved without stopping. There was no true night. Bit of cooked, hot dog meat could not be traded for a dead pigeon, though the merchants were slower here than in King’s Landing, unable to notice her when she simply took what she needed. These things were now known to her.
Gnawing on her lip, she darted through the crowds she rushed across the street to reach the other side and resume her hidden place in the deep shadows the false light provided. Pushing away all thoughts of despair and vowing to return to the trees before dawn to rest, Arya once more set forth to find out what else there was to know.
WHERE: All over the City, including back alleys, the docks, in front of store windows, and Central Park.
WHEN: Tuesday June 5th to dawn on the 7th.
WARNINGS: Violence? Also ASoIaF spoilers.
SUMMARY: Arya goes exploring in her new city.
FORMAT: tl;dr to start, then responders choice!
Live. That was the one, sole goal of the girl that slipped through the shadows of the strange City. Survive. She had nothing. No clothing but the rough spun servants clothes of the temple, no weapon but Needle, no gold, no silver, nothing.
But that was stupid. A child’s pathetic mewling. She wasn’t a child. She was a wolf. The wolf. Near to being a woman grown. Crying over what was not known did nothing. The city and its people were there for her to see, to hear, to smell. If she were willing. Do not look. See.. And so she did not cower in the thin wilderness she had found at the city’s heart. Did not close her eyes and wish it away. Upon waking on the second day she returned to the streets.
Many of them spoke the common tongue here, she knew that much. They talked of heroes and other worlds. Stupid stories like old Nan’s, meant for children still young enough to think knights could save their lord’s life or sworn men could keep their promises and bring the princess back to her castle. But they believed them. Things moved fast here, moved loudly, moved without stopping. There was no true night. Bit of cooked, hot dog meat could not be traded for a dead pigeon, though the merchants were slower here than in King’s Landing, unable to notice her when she simply took what she needed. These things were now known to her.
Gnawing on her lip, she darted through the crowds she rushed across the street to reach the other side and resume her hidden place in the deep shadows the false light provided. Pushing away all thoughts of despair and vowing to return to the trees before dawn to rest, Arya once more set forth to find out what else there was to know.
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Tutors and lessons at a maester's side were well known. The idea of school, however, was outside of her experience. Monarchies weren't known for caring about the general education level of the masses unless they were forced to.
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Not that she was the most well-versed in it one way or another. When she'd been of proper schooling age she'd only gone about half the time and she'd left as soon as she was able.
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Is it where they send orphans?
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The idea of non-nobility being educated the same as the rich was, to put it simply, on the boarder of madness. Not that it wasn't a fine idea, she supposed. Simply strange.
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Eighteen? Eighteen?. Arya sounded affronted at the very idea. She was eleven and nearly a woman grown. This idea of being called a child until she was that old was simply disturbing.
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About now, she was starting to feel like she was just digging herself deeper into a hole.