Jul 08, 2007 12:39
This had to be one of Arya's favourite weekends, if not her very favourite. She got to be herself, only different. And not really different, only older.
Oh, there were some troublesome facts - her hair hadn't gotten any longer, which disappointed the part of her that had wanted this to serve as an absolute preview of several years hence, but that was all right; finding clothes had been a bother, but she'd eventually found larger facsimiles of what she usually wore, except that she hadn't found anything with sleeves. She'd had to alter the placement of a couple of her knives - but for the most part, it was just a chance to try things out.
And rub Sansa's nose in the fact that Arya got pretty, when she could.
Sansa wasn't around, though, so at the moment Arya was occupying herself by practicing her dancing, feet shifting over sand and sword flickering out and back as she shifted through the forms. Slower than usual, because she was still getting used to being this tall. And a different shape, although that shape wasn't as different as it had been last time. She supposed that meant she was closing the distance on being this age, but their were parts - specific parts - that she could've done without.
sansa stark,
robb stark,
arya stark,
john sheppard,
wednesday addams,
plot: age switch,
billy prior