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That music...
It was but a heavenly orchestra, one from the South she assumed, but one that resonated deep within her soul. She did not hear the rhapsody of a joyous symphony, but rather, the slow, melodic, and drawn-out strings of a true Northerner musician. If there was one art in the world Arya could follow outside of swordsmanship, it would surely be the art of music, although she knew her vocals were quite lacking. Keeping quiet, scanning at the others around her, the child sighed, eventually throwing off her strange black-and-white mask. Revealing her heart-shaped, youthful face, the teenager winced as her hand gently trailed over the fine fabrics of Needle's hilt. One minute, she upheld the honors of her former world, and the next, she forsaken them.
"Why am I so damn confused?" Arya whispered under her breath as she stared at the ground below. "Gods...I..." the teenager began to trail off, perking her head up as the others began to calm down, the archer brunette around her age beginning to have a dawning revelation. Sighing, the young She-Wolf pushed herself off the wall, strolling over to Ellie with a stern, strong face. The exiled noble figured that a relatively normal face, outside of all the grime, ragged tunic, and dried blood would be a welcoming sight. Pausing as the Stalk beat her to it, the She-Wolf lurked behind a bit, glancing behind at the others, giving them not exactly the friendliest of gazes but far from invoking them hostilely. To be brutally frank, the best word to describe Arya's overall tone would be apathy with a dash of brewing insanity.
Slowly approaching Ellie, a hand on Needle's hilt as a precaution, the Stark looked up at the other girl with a faint smile. It was a rarity to see someone of her own age, let alone someone who seemed to have experienced something similar to her nature. "I'm sure Stalk here has explained it, assuming ya didn't shite your trousers listening to her." the fearless tomboy remarked sarcastically, a coy smile appearing on her lips. "The names Arya, a'ye, Arya Stark...hey, your cheek fine? Bloody 'ells Stalk could of been a bit easy on her" the Stark introduced herself whilst slightly scowling her spider friend, her accent to outsiders an odd blend of Scottish and English roots,
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Getting up on his feet and helping Ellie to her feet, Threepio extended his hand towards Arya. "I am C-3PO. Pleased to meet you, Mistress Arya." He introduced himself, deciding to leave out the 'human-cyborg relations' part knowing that'd probably confuse some people.
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