[center]Quite possibly the youngest of this makeshift band of misfits, the Stark tomboy had deeply held onto what fabrics of sanity she had left not only from the strange occurrences recently going on but due to her own personal conflicts within Westeros. It certainly did not escape Arya's mind that she herself could had long gone mad, the death and separation of loved ones not only shattering her heart but dismantling her mind. As that strange, slender, gentleman of a suited-skeleton slyly uttered writhing words, the young *princess* could not stand to even look the man in the eyes. Whilst she not entirely mean offense with her rude gestures and obvious childish pride, the fact-of-the-matter remained that her very perception of reality was being twisted and manipulated before her very golden, hazel eyes.

As the final introductions were being made and an anthropomorphic, scaly creature emerged from the dense shrubbery and towering trees surrounding them, Arya began to take more detail and notice in the environment to vainly relieve herself of this paradoxical predicament. Traveling through the hills would prove to be difficult and unsafe, as the gentle, grassy, rolling hills turned hastily violently, sharp, and jagged the closer one grew to this Elyae. It was an unnecessary risk from her standpoint, but in hindsight, trusting an anonymous message brought by a mere raven was not to be trusted to begin with. Turning around, Arya Stark peered through the chattering and interactions of the group, staring into the small forest that loomed ominously over the band of Lost Ones. To compare these woods to the Wolfswoods in The North would not be exactly an exaggerated comparison. The weather was cold, the trees sturdy and thick, and vegetation was shockingly plentiful. Of course, these trees were much, much superior than anything Arya had personally seen, towering far up into the misty, smoke-covered skies as a soft fog danced elegantly through the bushes and over the earth.

Feeling her independence and foolishly bravery begin to set in, the unintentional crossdressing girl rolled up the sleeves of her blouse as a fierce expression was written on her stern face. "We sh'ould follow these woods, h'iking through a bunch of mo'untains seems a bit stupid. Not to mention, we c'an find some food to hunt f'or." the petite, impatient social outcast remarked, leaving the company of the strange yet strong Dave and even beginning to pass that strange cloaked woman that went by the name of, Veronika. Feeling a bit of her childish curiosity begin to set in, Arya stood at the borders between the foreboding forest ans the sanctuary of gentle yet tall hills. Merely standing upon the dirt road eagerly, the youngest and idiotically bravest of the group tenderly listened to the gorgeous sounds of nature whistling through the woodlands, occasionally being unsettled by a few unnatural sounds from the foggy depths.

A new adventure was waiting for them, a new start, or perhaps in some ways, a new end.[/center]