I've got nowhere to go
Who: Arya Stark, Viserys Targaryen, Jon Snow
What: Arya wants to explore this crazy modern world. Viserys is the tail in her pack, clearly he needs looking after, but oh wait, that's Jon's job.
Where: Paris, possibly in the gutters somewhere.
When: Day one.
There were so many smells.
Arya didn't know where to start when she found herself off the boat, but she knew what she wanted to see. This city is like Braavos, she told herself, watching as a giant, four wheeled cart seemed to push itself. Only this was bigger, and - faster. It wasn't long before she saw an opportunity to lose herself in the crowd, and she took it. People smelled different here, not like fish and sweat and salt. They smelled like flowers, and perfume, and - things she couldn't recognize. There was a lot she didn't recognize, and that just made her all the more eager to discover them.
And she'd have done it alone, too, but she had a pack again. And she couldn't just leave them. Jesse she thought would be fine: he talked like some of the people she'd overheard. And she could find him if she had to. Viserys was another matter. He needed so much looking after.
And Jon. She should find Jon.
But Jon had Ghost, and even without Ghost, he had his sword. Viserys. I'll find him first. She weaved, and searched, and headed back toward where she'd first entered the city (though she couldn't see the Barge anywhere), and was about to pull out her journal to contact the Targaryen when she spotted his white blond head.
Darting up behind him (silent as a shadow, light as a feather), Arya reached for his wrist and tugged. "Come on."
What: Arya wants to explore this crazy modern world. Viserys is the tail in her pack, clearly he needs looking after, but oh wait, that's Jon's job.
Where: Paris, possibly in the gutters somewhere.
When: Day one.
There were so many smells.
Arya didn't know where to start when she found herself off the boat, but she knew what she wanted to see. This city is like Braavos, she told herself, watching as a giant, four wheeled cart seemed to push itself. Only this was bigger, and - faster. It wasn't long before she saw an opportunity to lose herself in the crowd, and she took it. People smelled different here, not like fish and sweat and salt. They smelled like flowers, and perfume, and - things she couldn't recognize. There was a lot she didn't recognize, and that just made her all the more eager to discover them.
And she'd have done it alone, too, but she had a pack again. And she couldn't just leave them. Jesse she thought would be fine: he talked like some of the people she'd overheard. And she could find him if she had to. Viserys was another matter. He needed so much looking after.
And Jon. She should find Jon.
But Jon had Ghost, and even without Ghost, he had his sword. Viserys. I'll find him first. She weaved, and searched, and headed back toward where she'd first entered the city (though she couldn't see the Barge anywhere), and was about to pull out her journal to contact the Targaryen when she spotted his white blond head.
Darting up behind him (silent as a shadow, light as a feather), Arya reached for his wrist and tugged. "Come on."