006 ❅ Video/Action for Heimdall

[needlebearer]

[Arya's at the Bank of Dvalin, she'd gone in to take out what small amount of money she had here with the intention of getting a present for a friend, but when she went to make the withdrawal, there had been something else waiting there for her. A golden helm, shaped with the horns of a bull. Arya's unsure why someone would leave her such a thoughtful gift, or why they didn't give it to her themselves rather than put it in the bank for her, but she looks absolutely delighted with it.

Sat on the steps outside the bank, she stuffs the fistful of runes she's withdrawn into her pocket, and turns the helmet over in her hands. It's a little big for her, obviously made for an adult, but she's sure she could have it modified. Besides, the next thing she needed to do now that she had the money for the gauntlets and anklets she wanted to get for Sophie was find someone who could make them; she could have the helmet altered at the same time.

She switches on the video on the bracelet, her face still full of excitement at the gift.]

Is there anyone here who's an armorer, or a blacksmith?


((OOC: Arya doesn't know that the helmet belonged to Loki, or that this means that he's gone from the city. Feel free to deliver the news to her, she needs some more Starkpain in her life))

Comments

[robb]

Perhaps they couldn't.

[ he most certainly stops in his tracks when he sees arya and gives a moment to try to figure out why she's in a helm and carrying a sword. the helm is a little bit too large for he can't help it. he's still a boy of eighteen when push comes to shove and he's still arya's older brother. ]

Should I be surprised that I sooner see you in armor than a dress?

[ warmth in his tone. ]

[needlebearer]

Why wouldn't they be able to? Unless-- [She has a bad feeling then, and hurriedly scans the list of names on the bracelet. The only reason that made sense to her was that whoever had left this for her had gone. But who would--?

The names of her friends jump out at her one by one, but there's one crucial one that's missing. Arya can feel her stomach churning, but she won't cry, no matter how much she wants to, she won't cry in front of Robb the Lord, Robb the King in the North.

Loki had kept her strong in front of everything this place had thrown at her. And now the gods had sent him away. She should have seen it coming, really. Her hatred for them flares up again, more than ever.]

I think I know who it's from.

[Her voice sounds very small and empty.

Robb's teasing question, the warmth in his voice, keeps her from breaking down right there and then.]

What use is a dress in this place?

[robb]

You ought to never let Sansa, hear that. [ it feels surreal, like he doesn't deserve it that they're both here in Asgard. ]

[ robb hones into that like a missile. he doesn't draw the same conclusions as arya does, but that's perhaps because at this point - in asgard, he hasn't lost anyone yet apart from the former daenerys. - robb is a little more closed with regards to what bridges he builds. after theon, the idea of making friends seems daunting - considering robb knows that at times of war the lines of friend and foe is blurred.

he watches her search for a moment until two and two piece together. perhaps the helm was a parting gift? and it's certainly interesting.

for what it is, robb knew loki as well - sympathized to his cause - perhaps now more than ever now that he's learned that gods can be callous about their demands. ]

Did you lose someone Arya?