Dream IV ❄ video/open action

[branstark]

[Bran has wheeled himself into the square. Summer is beside him, under command to sit and stay, and is doing so obediently.

In one hand Bran holds his device, a little unsteady, while the other clutches tightly at the handrim of his wheelchair.]

Everyone is saying that today, things are different... that there are people here from other worlds. From--

[He falters, readjusts himself, takes a deep breath-- and then goes on.]

If there is anyone here from Winterfell, or from Westeros at all, I'd like to see you, please.

[ooc: You heard the boy! GoT/ASOIAF people, come and find him. This is SO VERY OPEN to everyone else, too, though! Let the games begin!]

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[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

[Arya draws herself up.]

I could've killed them myself if I wanted to.

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[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran is through doubting her, but he is still curious.]

How?

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[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

[Arya draws her stolen longsword, pretending like it isn't too heavy. So maybe she didn't have it until long after they were dead, but Bran doesn't need to know. She's enjoying impressing him far too much to stop now.]

With this. I know how to use it, see. Syrio gave me lessons.

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[branstark.livejournal.com]

[He marvels at the sword, wondering where she got such a thing.]

Syrio?

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[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

[Arya's pleased at his expression, even if it isn't Needle. She wishes it was Needle, so she could brag about how Jon got it made for her. Or maybe she'd still keep it secret, even if she let him look at it. Bran isn't Sansa or their father, but Needle was between her and Jon. She hasn't seen Jon in a long time, but she still thinks it might count as betraying him.]

My dancing instructor. Father got him so he could teach me how to use a sword.

[Arya thinks for a moment, chewing her lip, then she holds out the sword to him.] Here. You can hold it if you like.

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[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran's lips part in a silent gasp, and he cautiously reaches his hands out for it, taking hold like it's a much more delicate thing than it really is. His eyes run up and down the blade, taking it in.]

You got to take sword lessons?

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[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

Yes. I wish I'd have them sooner. I practice lots, but I bet I'd be even better if I'd had them always.