[Having been here a couple of weeks now, Arya looks very different from the first time she addressed the network. She's cleaned up considerably from when she arrived, covered in the mud and blood of Harrenhal, an urchin shivering in a forgotten gray alleyway. She has gained a few bruises since then, particularly on her arms and legs, most of them brown and fading now, but there's one purpling welt on her forearm that she can't help poking at. She doesn't seem too bothered by the bruises, though. While she's arranged her hair in a slightly more feminine way, she's still wearing boys clothes; looser, more comfortable, easier to fight and tumble around in.]


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[Those of you passing through the Thor district may chance upon Arya sometime in the morning, looking a little dissatisfied and disappointed in herself. Maya's set her a task, but she's finding it a very difficult one to complete.]

No good. Maybe I just haven't found the right place yet, but...


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[It's late afternoon when she addresses the network. Her face still looks troubled.]

What sort of place do you go to, when you need to be alone and think?

[A pause. She's not sure whether to say the next part or not. The truth is, there's a lot that's happened to her over the last few months, ever since they left Winterfell, really. And she's just had to keep going through it all. To have to stop and examine herself now, to meditate and find the inner Arya, would mean facing it all, rather than just adding names to a list of people she'll one day give their retribution. It would mean grieving for Ned, something she's not had the space to do yet. And the idea is scaring her. Maybe not being able to find a place to follow Maya's instruction to her successfully is just a front for that.

She takes a deep breath, but the words won't come. She's just eleven years old, after all, how does she even try and process all of this?]

Robb, can you come and see me, please? I...

[She feels herself blinking back tears and, embarrassed, quickly shuts off the feed.]

[When Ikaruga appears on the screen, she actually looks sincerely happy about something. It's not smugness or mild amusement, as she's normally inclined. No, she actually looks genuinely pleased about whatever she's about to announce.]

I am pleased to announce the upcoming opening of the New Moon school of arts. The classes offered will include literacy, poetry, music, dance, calligraphy, painting and drawing, theatre, swordsmanship, practical economics and business management.

[If it's occurred to her that swordsmanship, practical economics and business management don't really match the rest of the school's curriculum, she gives no indication.]

Students of all ages are welcome. I am also hiring for teachers. Each class will be offered at a beginner, intermediate and advanced level.

[There's a short pause as she decides to put one other offer out there.]

Should anyone be looking for someone to practice the art of the sword with rather than lessons, I am available for that as well.




(ooc: More information is available here, and Ikaruga's IC contact post is here.)

[ he may as well use this damn network for research. ]

If you were to take loyalties to a king, what kind of king would you want them to be? Would you think better if they were harsh or if they were wise? What sort of person would you lend your allegiances too?

[ It's a general topic. he's curious to hear the opinions of people around him. he seems less rigid than when he first arrived. the break from all the battles has done well on him. he's not uneasy and robb speaks with a warm confidence. ]