— 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 —

[moontwin]

OPEN RP POST 2021
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[morghon]

He should've seen her coming, felt her coming, yet she's gotten so good at sneaking up on him. On anyone, really. He stiffens in surprise, whirling quickly around to face her, only to find that she isn't there. "She's behind me, isn't she?" he asks Ghost this time, and at his question the droid trills something that definitely sounds like you know nothing Jon Snow.

He's not upset, though. On the contrary, he's proud, very proud, of his sister, and he knows she's there when he once more turns. She's brimming with energy and her face is flushed; it's not hard to tell where she's been and what she'd been doing. "Aye, sister, we've been looking for you. Out with Nymeria again, eh? What's your lady mother going to say to that?"

He glances over his shoulder at his X-wing for a moment, before he sighs softly and tells her, "We're leaving soon. I... I have something for you, but you must keep this a secret between us." He steps closer, unclipping the saber hilt from his belt and holding it out to her in offering. "I had Mikken make this special. This is no toy, Arya. Be careful you don't cut yourself. And you'll have to work at it every day."

[tinylittlewolf]

The energy radiating off the young girl is almost overwhelming, she stands grinning proudly at Jon, cheeks rosy from the cold. Nymeria is content with staying by the tiny girl's side, her teeth bared in a happy smile at Jon. The two make a sight, anyone else would be either afraid or concerned. Arya is bouncing on the very tips of her tippy toes, eyes bright and wild. "Mother doesn't have to know", she scoffs with a scrunch of her nose. She's reassured her mother that the great beast would never harm her, Nymeria is her greatest companion. Just as Ghost happens to be Jon's own.

And with that she gives the sassy droid a soft grin before she kneels down to offer him some attention. Arya has always been fond of droids, creatures too, it's almost as if she's drawn to them in a way.

Why did Jon have to say he was leaving? The news has Arya's expression falling and the ripples her sadness are near overbearing. She had hoped he would change his mind, stay here but deep down she knew that Jon wanted to escape this place as desperately as she did. "You really are leaving?", she frowns at him, her dark eyes swirling with sadness.

"A present?" She perks up and tilts her body in hope to catch sight of this gift. Her eyes widen in delight as small hands reach out to take the saber hilt offered to her. It's light in her hands, the perfect weight and size. She can't help but stare in awe, holding it a bit closer to get a better look.

"I know how to use it", she mutters with a glance up at him. "It's so skinny."

[morghon]

"Aye, I must." He averts his dark eyes, not wanting to back out because he sees the sadness in her own. Your lady mother doesn't like me very much, he wants to add, but he stills his tongue. There's no use making Arya resent Lady Catelyn even more than she already does, and while the woman had been unkind, she at least hadn't been cruel.

Still, Jon wants to leave. An opportunity had presented itself, and he didn't want to turn down the chance of becoming far more than he could ever be within Winterfell's walls. At the Night's Watch, at least, he had a shot at rising up the ranks, of being looked up to and respected. Here, he'll only ever be the bastard son of Ned Stark.

"But I'll come visit, aye?" Little does he know that's not how it works, that the Wall and the Night's Watch will be things he's never expected them to be.

He can't help smiling, however, at the way his sister lights up upon receiving her present. "Turn it on, but be careful," he says, stepping away to give her enough room. Beside them Ghost trills encouragingly, a panel sliding open so he can record the spectacle that's about to unfold.

[tinylittlewolf]

Arya has a hunch that her lady mother is the issue. She had always been so cold towards Jon and most of the time Arya didn't understand why such harshness. It was all the more reason Arya felt herself disconnecting from the woman, she felt the same towards Sansa too. Like Jon she happened do be different, she refused to be what society told her she must. It surely didn't make her relationship easy with the other two women.

If she had her way she and Jon would run away together, be outlaws or two rogue bandits. They would be together none the less and that's all that Arya wanted more than anything in this universe. If Jon were to leave her she would be so alone and she would miss him horribly. Just the thought alone made her stomach twist and her heart ache.

"You swear it?" Jon being able to visit eases that ache a little but she to is unaware he won't be able to do so. For now she has some hope that Jon won't forget her completely.

The excitement of her gift is a good enough distraction to ease some of her sadness. She giggles down at an excited Ghost before she inhales slowly. Her heart is already racing in anticipation and with a swift flick, she switches on the blade. Instantly the blade ignites bright and humming, ringing within Arya's ears as she stares wide eyed.

The color is bright enough to reflect against her features, the weapon sizzles within her hand and she can feel the heat radiating strong.

Arya Stark is completely in awe.

"It's beautiful", she's finally able to whisper.