[CLOSED] Mission log for sanity

[wilder]

Date & Time: December 14th (May 2010)
Location: North Shore, MN, USA
Characters: Zelos Wilder & Arya Stark
Summary: Mission for sanity, or fishing. Whatever.
Warnings: None!

[It was a beautiful late summer day on the Superior shore when they arrived. The trees and grass were green, and the waves moved in and hour peacefully with the sound of gulls. With the skies clear except for some clouds, the sun shone brightly and warmed the beach to much warmer temperatures than what the winter had been doing]

[They had come up on on the excuse of gathering supplies, but really it was more for a break of sanity. Zelos had promised to go fishing with the kid, and it was really nice to get away from everything back in Exsilium.]

[Zelos, promptly on arrival, took in the warm, snowless scenery, took in a deep breath and fell back into the soft sandy beach]

...Yeah. I don't think I wanna move for awhile.

Comments

[wolfchild]

They're not so bad. They make good food when you can't find anything else.

[ she holds her hand out for the jar to examine them. ]

[wilder]

....No.

[wolfchild]

What?

[wilder]

Don't what me! No more eating worms, young lady!

[wolfchild]

[ she rolls her eyes. ]

I don't eat them now. I've got a bow and I can go hunting. But you try going weeks without food and you'll be eating bugs and frogs and anything else you find. [ a pause. ] Not you, but anyone who has to eat.

[wilder]

Yeah, and this conversation is making me increasingly glad I don't need food all the time.

[So. Gross. But he'll hand over the jar now]

[wolfchild]

You're spoiled.

[ she draws one out, tempted to lay it on her tongue just to see him scream. arya watches it wriggle between her fingers, impotent, before returning it to its brothers. ]

Will you cry when you have to stick them on the hooks?

[wilder]

If your standard for spoiled is "doesn't want to eat worms", you got some messed up standards, little wolf.

[JUST PUTTING IT OUT THERE]

And no. I'm fine impaling things.

[wolfchild]

You're spoiled [ she says, head swinging up to look at him ] for being disgusted at someone doing that instead of letting themselves starve.

[wilder]

Hey, I never said you should've let yourself starve. Do what you need to do to survive- but that doesn't mean I don't have to find it gross.

[wolfchild]

[ it's like listening to hot pie complain again. hot pie threw his up the only time he tried, but weasel ate them without complaint. arya was happy the times weasel would not resort to eating earth.

digging a shallow hole in the sand, she leaves the jar safely inside it. she gets up. ]

I'm going to find a good spot. Stay here.

[wilder]

[Wow rude Arya!! All because he disliked worms sheesh]

Huh? Alright.

[He'll crouch down near the fire as he wait. Was he too tactless? It's hard to say- but he's not about to take it back, so not much he can do. ]

[wolfchild]

[ arya takes her time wandering the shore. she keeps walking until she spots sleek silver bodies cutting through the water. she crouches to watch them for a while.

if she can get one, she can use it to bait snare traps. she could dig up some greens too, use those. rabbit will make for good dinner. she could even try to bait some fishing lines with its meat and see if fish will bite.

plan in mind, she returns, shifting her quiver on her shoulder. ]

Come on. The worms are going to dry if they stay out here. You get the poles, I've got the rest.

[wilder]

[he meanwhile waits until she returns, keeping himself warm by the fire since hey- it's great to be so warm after being in that wintery hell for so long]

[But when she comes back, he'll nod and get up. He at least seems to know what the poles are, because he'll grab those and head over to wherever Arya seems to have in mind]

[wolfchild]

[ arya runs through the process briefly. though she had never gone fishing herself before, and braavosi fishermen preferred nets to bring in large hauls every morning, she had seen her share of men and children cast a line from the bridges into the canals. it's not so different here.

with the lines in the water, she settles down to wait for the first bite. the breeze catches her tangled hair. could a net be made from hair? she tries to imagine what that would like, hauling in fish with a net made of her hair. it sounds like a story old nan would say. she thinks robb might laugh. jon would. jon would have tugged on her hair and asked her if it was strong enough.

her throat is a hollow ache. arya keeps her eyes on the water and her hands on the pole. ]

[wilder]

[And he listens to instruction. He's a bit clumsy at getting it all worked out, but he tries hard- you can give him that much. He's naive when it comes to these things, but he doesn't want to be dead weight either]

[Finally when it gets it all in the water, he sits for a moment in silence before he finally decides to broach a subject]

...Arya Stark, huh?

That's your name?

[wolfchild]

[ her back stiffens. it must have been in the letter. she draws circles in the sand around the end of her pole. she's quiet so long it's like she wasn't going to answer at all. ]

My father gave it to me.

[ the best lies are rooted in truth. arya has spun her great lie out of myriad truths. ]

[wilder]

[He's quiet again. he isn't going to judge someone for using a fake name. Since hey, can he really talk? So Kaneis just nods instead]

Which name do you prefer- Arya or Cat?

[wolfchild]

[ which name would she prefer? who are you, child? ]

I'd rather be no one.

[ no one has no holes. no one doesn't hurt. ]

[wilder]

Really?

[No one, huh? ...he can relate. He tried to be a no one for awhile when he came here.]

...You know, being no one? Doesn't make things hurt less.

[wolfchild]

Yes, it does. I was doing just fine. [ until robb. ] No one else knows anything about me and I like it that way. No one can do anything to me.

[ she sweeps her hand over the circles, destroying them. then she starts with squiggles. ]

[wilder]

You don't get lonely?

[wolfchild]

[ she smiles a little, throat aching. ] Hard to be with two direwolves and my brother.

[ yet somehow she feels lonelier then. ]

[wilder]

...Hm.

[he's not sure he buys that, but he falls silent now. Since really, he's not sure how much he can push before she starts feeling defensive]

[wolfchild]

[ she allows the silence to extend until long past any time she might had to answer. then she asks, ] Have you got any bites yet?