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Post by arya stark on Aug 28, 2014 4:03:01 GMT
fear cuts deeper Arya had skipped yet another sewing lesson, shocker. She could just not listen to Septa go on and on about her work. It was wrong and not lady like. It wasn’t delicate. It didn’t look anything like it was supposed to. And then she would go into a lecture about her being like Sansa. Asking why she couldn’t be more like the older girl. Or talk about how lady like and good behaving Sansa was. Because praising her sister and insulting her was going to make her want to sew. Or you know do anything that involved being a woman. Arya couldn’t stand sit. Learning manners and sewing wasn’t going to help her at all. How was she going to fight an enemy with ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Arya wanted to learn what the boys were learning. Battle strategies, sword fighting, archery. She wanted to learn things that were actually helpful. You know things she might actually need in the future. Besides all those things they were teaching her, they were just teaching her so she could be married off to some Lord. Yea, like that was going to happen. Arya didn’t want to marry. She wanted to be a sword master or archer. Become a Kings guard. Something worth saying and doing. Which is why she sipped another lesson and decided to practice archery in secret. She had found a spot in Winterfell that no one was using and set up a small target. The girl would have grabbed a wooden sword, the ones the boys use for practice, but they were either broken or currently being used. Once the target was set up, Arya ran over to the armory and grabbed Bran’s bow and some arrows. It was the only bow she could actually carry. And he wasn’t going to use it any time soon. She hoped. Arya ran back over to her secret spot, with a grin on her face. Once she was pretty sure that no one was following her, she picked up the bow and pulled the strong back. It was difficult but this was why she was practicing. The girl grabbed an arrow and prepared herself to shoot. Her arms were wobbly and the bow was difficult to keep up. Arya dropped her arms and the arrow, irritated with herself. “If they can do this, I can do this,” she muttered to herself. tagged: robb stark
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Post by robb stark on Sept 3, 2014 19:10:26 GMT
there must always be
Sometimes Robb didn't want to be the oldest. Sometimes he thought it would be better to be one of the middle children. Not one of the girls, of course. Robb had no desire to sew patterns or be wed off to someone for their status. He was actually pretty lucky in that department, he guessed. He didn't think his parents would just marry him off without consulting him first. But sometimes Robb just wanted to go unnoticed. He wanted to go for a horse ride or hunting with his younger brothers just for fun, or laugh whenever Arya threw something at Sansa, encourage Bran to climb up walls like some sort of spider. He found his siblings amusing, for the most part, but he was supposed to be the one that helped keep them in line, so to speak. So when Bran climbed walls Robb was supposed to tell him it was too dangerous. Instead of riding for fun he was supposed to shadow his father so he could be Lord of Winterfell some day. Instead of laughing when Arya made Sansa upset he had to tell the girl that it wasn't lady like. As if Arya hadn't known that already. He had a suspicion that the fact that it wasn't lady like was the main reason that Arya did some things.
Robb was supposed to be looking for the little devil at the moment. Since Sansa was busy... doing whatever Sansa did, and their mother wasn't fond of Jon. Really, she should get over that. So Jon wasn't her son. She had others, and Robb was the one that would be a lord anyway. Robb actually really liked his half brother. He was glad that his father had brought his bastard back – mostly because it was good to have someone his own age, other than Theon, to talk to. He didn't think his mother really liked Theon either, or didn't trust him. But the boy had been his father's ward for so long that Theon just sort of seemed like part of the family.
The future lord stopped walking when he thought he heard something. It sounded like practice of some sort, but he really couldn't make it out, so he followed the noise – something he would have probably been told wasn't the best idea, he should have taken a friend. Luckily when he arrived at the scene it was only his little sister. Doing nothing other than practicing archery. If it were up to Robb he'd just let her. She was a child – these were things that children were supposed to do. If Bran was allowed, why not his sister? But they all had their place, and this wasn't supposed to be something for a young girl. Robb was standing behind her; he didn't think she'd seen him, but who really knew. Arya was full of surprises. “Your hand needs to be nearer to your face,” he said. He really should not be encouraging this. “Mother sent me to find you. Do you plan on skipping every lesson?”
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Post by arya stark on Sept 30, 2014 22:31:55 GMT
fear cuts deeper Arya had thought she was alone, okay she hoped she was alone. Her mother made her go to so many lessons and the girl could really only skip so many before getting into damaging trouble. And she wasn’t directly trained to be like the boys. Learn to fight and hunt. So her observation skills and listening weren’t the best. Not to mention Arya was one of those people that when she focused on something that was all that had her attention. So no she did not realize that Rob was anywhere in the vicinity. Your hand needs to be nearer to your face. Arya let out a shriek as the arrow left the bow and shot into the air. “Robb!” Arya exclaimed turning to glare at her brother. Yes he was just trying to help, however he ended up scaring her. Which wasn’t helpful in the least. But no worries, she still loved him. Mother sent me to find you. Arya Stark rolled her eyes, of course she did. Do you plan on skipping every lesson? “Only the ones that bore me…and the ones where I get yelled at…” That wasn’t every lesson, there had to be some lesson where she wasn’t bored or getting yelled at. Okay those were only the lessons her brothers’ had, that Arya got to watch from a distance. “I won’t go easy. I will make it extremely difficult!” Arya warned, looking at Robb defiantly. She loved her brother, she did. But she wasn’t going back. The girl skipped the lesson for a reason and she came here for a reason. She wanted to learn to use the weapons. She wanted to learn archery and sword fighting. The little girl didn’t know why she was excluded from such things.
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