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[evil_isevil]

WHO: Geralt, Ubbe and Arya; OTA
WHEN: December 21st - January 10th
WHAT: Winter Festival stuff
WHERE: Gazin and surrounding areas
WARNINGS: Nudity to start, but will update
Note: Starters for each character in the comment section

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Arya

[iknowdeath]

Since arriving, Arya has been learning the ins and outs of her new surroundings in quite the literal sense. When she isn't eavesdropping on the locals to glean information she deems useful, she's "finding" items that can be easily sold for a nice tidy sum so that travel won't be a problem once the snow lets up. It's her plan to make the trek to Fallhaven where rumour has it that someone with her skills can make a lot of money.

What she needs large sums of money for is something Arya has yet to decide, but it's good to have it on hand. Just in case.

She spends time at the bonfire, thinking about Winterfell and her family and all that she's done in recent months up until turning up in Gazin. When she's not there, she's at the tavern, partaking in one of the large feasts and drinking with the locals. But, she doesn't spend too long in one spot and as quickly as one may notice the petite woman, she disappears, turning up somewhere else entirely.

WELP here we go.

[ylgr]

Arya's not the only Stark at the tavern, as it turns out. Lyanna likes it there, especially on the nights of the feasts. It’s fun. Reminds her a little of home. And it is NICE, to not be beholden to anyone – Ned’s there, but he’s always been the most... understanding, out of her brothers. The one least likely to try and control her. Or judge her. (Having Ned here with her is... something she could never put into words how thankful she is for it.)

She’s spending her night nibbling at a plate of food. In between flirting and challenging people to drinking contests. Usually people who are bigger and broader than she is. It’s more fun that way. Her pouch of gold is far weightier than it was before the night had started.

And speaking of winnings...

She finishes her drink and sets it down with a laugh. “Keep going?” she asks the large bearded fellow sitting across from her, her voice carrying the familiar sound of a Stark accent. He chuckles and pushes his mug away.

“Hell no,” he retorts, getting unsteadily up from the table. “You drink like a fish! Here’s yer damn gold.” And he tosses a pouch at her.

She grins, cheekily and scoops it up. Before scooping up his mug and taking a drink. “It’s been a pleasure.”

He mutters under his breath and staggers away.

[iknowdeath]

Arya was hungry and after hearing one of the locals talk about the feast starting at the inn, that was where she heads next. Upon arriving, she grabs a table off in the corner, tucked away enough so anyone coming in would have to walk around a partition to see her, but left her a vantage point to see most of the establishment and the people within it.

It was the accent that first catches Arya's attention; the tone of her voice and cadence of other woman's words are so distinctive. Enough that there is no time sparred in scanning the crowd of people. However, when she does spot her, Arya can't help but feel that there is something familiar about her, even knowing she has never set eyes on her before. Still, her gaze locks and remains fixed, knowing full well it was only a matter of time before getting caught. Only before that happens, the youngest daughter of Ned Stark finds herself calling across a bunch of rowdy patrons, hoping to get the woman's attention.

"I have 5 silver that says I can beat you next," Arya says with a confidant smile.

[ylgr]

Lyanna turns to look at whoever it was that spoke, to follow the voice to its source, and when she does... she’s struck, somehow. At the young woman’s... familiarity. Much as she had been with Jon, she’s almost certain that she’s gazing at another Stark. Another of Brandon’s bastards, maybe? Her brother had never had any problem pursuing those he wanted to bed, after all. Not nearly as bad as Robert. But bad enough.

She grins. “Challenge accepted.” Gesturing to the chair that had just been vacated by her previous opponent, she adds “Take a seat.”

[thebrideoffire]

It's a surprise to see the young girl suddenly appear nearby. She had seen Arya around and spoken to her briefly during her arrival. It was a surprise that there was another Stark in this world, and while she envied Jon, she was glad that his family was with him again. Now knowing who the girl was, Dany had taken time to collect her thoughts, but it seemed silly to be worried about how she'd be received.

With drink in hand, she approached Arya, still hesitant despite trying to reassure herself.

"How do you find the night?"

[iknowdeath]

Ever since their first meeting at the inn and learning who the woman was, Arya is equally intrigued and starstruck. Thinking back on the stories she heard, one probably couldn't blame her if she was slightly irritated over the events that came to be involving Daenerys' brother and her Aunt Lyanna. But truth be told, to her, it was simply bad fortune. She didn't blame them.

"I remember having celebrations like this back in Winterfell," she starts, looking down into the cup she was drinking from. "It's making me a bit homesick if I'm being honest."

A lot has changed for the youngest daughter of Ned and Catelyn Stark. But sometimes, she still wishes none of it happened.

"And you?" Arya asks in return.

[thebrideoffire]

"Jon spoke fondly of Winterfell." She envied his memories and feelings of home that were easy to recall and summon in his mind, just as she envied his family around him. Still, it was touching to see how close the Starks truly were. It was the sort of relationship she had always imagined but never experienced. She could appreciate its beauty just as she longed for it.

"Tell me of it. I can't quite picture it in my mind." And she wanted to hear more of that love for the Northern lands in Arya's voice, helping her appreciate a land she only thought of with Jorah.

She considered her answer, staring into the fire. "I was thinking of the Dothraki and my wedding feast."