solstice

[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

Comments

[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."