Sock and Open RP: Dealing with popcorn grief

[kandosii_kal]

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[fatherofwolves]

Hogwarts had no weirwood. There was only the quiet forest, innocent and blank. Ned missed his gods.

"Arya?" He peered up into the branches. His daughter appeared to be thwacking at the treetrunk with a sword. "You're a funny sort of woodpecker, sweetling."

[runaway_stark]

Arya stiffened up when she heard her father's voice and sat back down on the branch, tucking up her knees to her chest. "Father." She hoped that he'd already heard about Robb and Jon. She wondered if she had it in her to tell him and fail him again.

[fatherofwolves]

Ned had heard. He had come to tell Arya, if she had not known. She should hear it from a Stark, and from her father.

"Arya, come down, if you please." It was not actually a request, but it was gently spoken. He might have allowed her to stay in the tree as they spoke, were it not for the fact he could not actually crane his neck to look up at her, his head being in a fixed position. "I would speak with you a moment. There is news."

[runaway_stark]

"I heard," she said, dropping once more from the branch. "If it's Jon and Robb, I saw earlier today." She had grown worried when she hadn't seen them around the Stark rooms and had raced down to check the popcorn room. Sure enough the names were there, and she'd been out here ever since.