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06-02-2015, 12:35 AM
She's just like the weather. Can't hold her together. The huntress hears the call, so she goes. Disinterested in what will most likely be a boring session of political prattle. Both of her ears perk forward when she sees her mother. Arya notes the placement she has amongst the Reaper King. Deimos speaks and mentions their lady stepping down. Arya shifts uncomfortably. Disheartened that the north will be ruled solely by the menancing figure of the Reaper. Already she derives images of him looming over Helovia, and she fears to see why they call him such a name. There are few that the huntress truly fears, and Arya definitely considers Deimos amongst those small numbers. What comes from the Reaper's mouth makes Arya's face alight with joy. She looks over at her mother seeking her gaze. Desperate to make eye contact with her lifegiver. Yes, Hotaru will make a glorious queen. Arya knows that the man has made a good choice. Her mother was born for this role. Hotaru has so many things the huntress lacked. Eloquence, wit, and beauty that had even lured her father in. Part of her is tempted to shout and jeer for the announcement, but, she doesn't wish to reduce her mother to such embarrassment. The new Lady needs respect and a disruptive daughter will do little for that. So she simply grins, glowing with pride. The hunteress vows she will rise like her mother. Arya will find her way in the world. "talk" |
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