video;

[innominata]

[ When the video feed flickers on, it catches the girl from an extreme angle. She comes into clear view as she holds up the tablet and frowns at it.

The face is familiar, but there are differences. Thin always, she's too skinny now; her eyes are almost too big on her face. Her hair is a little longer and raggedly cut. Her clothes, a once fine page's garb, have turned to rags.

Sitting on the ground, Arya turns the tablet over. Her legs and the ground come briefly into view. She tosses the tablet aside with a frustrated sound. Enjoy that shot of the sky. Well. Clouds. ]

This is all stupid.

Comments

[innominata]

If you are a Stark, what is the sigil?

[ Okay so every person in Westeros knows the Stark sigil. But she has a feeling he won't. ]

[fe_male]

The what? [ wait no the test thing wasn't supposed to rebound back on him ] It's like, a line with a little hook at the end, over the name.

[innominata]

It's a grey direwolf on a field of white. You are not a Stark. Who are you really?

[fe_male]

I can make up pictures too, okay, I don't see what the point was with that.

[innominata]

It's a sigil and they've had it for over eight thousand years. If you can't even be bothered to know that about the people you're pretending to be, you're an idiot.

[fe_male]

[ wow ok that was uncalled for ]

I'm not pretending to be people, I'm pr- I'm just one person! Why do you even care? There's no way to prove this one way or the other aside from entering the ninth circle of hearsay.

[innominata]

Because you're a liar!

[fe_male]

[ This is just... He can't.. ]

I'm not lying! I don't know how to prove it to you. Do you want to like, meet on neutral, consecrated, sacred ground, or what?

[innominata]

What?

[fe_male]

What 'what'?

[innominata]

You're talking nonsense!

[fe_male]

No I'm not!