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[From here.]

Well I hardly like to mess with it as is, and when you shove it all about like that it starts to come loose.

[She brushes a few errant strands away from her face, still smiling and not at all actually irritated. Arya has her own little bun now, both of them having taken somewhat after their father when it came to how they wore their hair. It's a northern thing.

Reaching up quickly, she makes to muss up Jon's hair in return.]

See how you like it.

[Him being quite a bit taller than her, she has very few opportunities to retaliate anyway.

It's a good thing his question about how serious she's become wasn't a real one, as she ignores it completely.]

[Hair was such a small thing, but he loved seeing hers in a similar style to his own. His was born out of necessity, keeping the hair from his face, but he had grown fond of the style.

It seemed that even with their distance apart, they still thought in the same way and remained similar, as if they were twins.]

Now you sound like Sansa.

[He flinched back, playfully swatting her away as she mussed his hair.]

How do you manage to reach so high? I don't think you have grown at all.

Now that's going too far. You'll insult Sansa's good name.

[She swats back at the comment about her height out of principle even though she doesn't find it insulting. She's missed this so much. If there's anyone she can allow herself to be light-hearted with, it's Jon. She should be allowed this much at least.]

The smaller I am, the easier it is to trip people up. Tall behemoths like you only fall that much harder.

[Jon might not be monstrously tall, but he has a great deal of height on her and that's enough.]

I think that's the first I've heard you worry about Sansa's good name. Usually you are sheep shifting her bed.

[That was a smell he didn't want to consider ever again.

He sits across from her, feeling that familiar ache at the corner of his lips. Arya had always managed to make him smile, pulling him from his usual gloom. She was the only one who had ever understood what it mean to be an outsider. He had missed this.]

If I land on you, I'll squash you. It would teach you not to trip me.

[He steals a bit of her watermelon, the juice dripping over him as he took a bite.]

It's sweet. I suppose you need it.

You'd fall so slow, though. A whole army would have enough time to get out of the way.

[Jon is allowed to steal food from her without getting stabbed in the process. The same can't be said about everyone.]

Are you saying I'm sour? That's a bit rude, isn't it? You know people spit these seeds for fun. Don't get me started on that with you.

[It's not like she isn't already a mess. Her half-brother is likely to get his beard sticky as is, and that's amusing on its own. Still, she puts the threat out there. Someone else can always handle the laundry afterward.]

[From here.]

[Someone else who's been to other worlds before this one? Is that actually a common occurrence in other places? It makes her own world seem primitive in comparison, not that it didn't already. She frowns to herself in thought, though that's hard to see under the mask.]

Playing in the water is running along the shore and splashing your friends. This goes a little beyond playing. [Exploring, yes. But she doesn't see these as one and the same.]

And I guess you enjoy the company of others, too? Is that your excuse for following me around?

Oh, well I didn't grow up on water, and I don't have any friends! [He sounds very cheerful though, as if this doesn't bother him at all. Because it doesn't.]

This is like playing to me.

[He makes a thoughtful noise.]

Well yeah, talking to other people is pretty good. Do you want me to go away or something?

[She can tell him, she can't hurt his feelings.]

[This man is strange. Unreal, even. His reactions don't feel natural to her, but then there are plenty of people she's met here who don't act like anyone she's known before arriving. Is he so confident as to be cheerful about everything? Is he underestimating her as a threat? She's used to that much, at least.]

I don't care what you do. I just think you're a strange little man.

[Might as well ask about him if he's going to answer.]

[They're not actually a natural response, and it's very astute of her to pick that up. He does his best though.]

Well, I was trying to befriend you, I guess?

[Strange, huh? She has no idea. He can't even refute that.]

It kinda depends on what you think is strange.

Most of this world is strange - the "ship" above us moreso than this.

[She finds a pot buried in some sand and begins tugging at it to see if she can pull it free without breaking it. It's doubtful that there's anything interesting inside, but she might as well look. Nothing else stands out yet, which is disappointing.]

At least down here we're not surrounded by machines that so everything but wipe our asses.

[Though they might have one of those and she just hadn't noticed. Those bathrooms weirded her out.]

Well yeah, the ship is weird, it's not like I ever was on one until I woke up here.

[He swims closer and shakes his head.]

Not like that, you'll probably break it. Here.

[Demyx gets closer to the sand and starts pulling it away from the jar to make it easier to get out of the dirt.]

I'm not used to them either, but they just kinda exist. You don't really have to use them.

And yet not using something that would give you an advantage just because you decide to be stubborn could also leave you at a disadvantage.

[Which is something she's not okay with.

She almost threatens to stab him when he gets closer to her, but doesn't. Him moving the sand isn't going to hurt anything, and there's no one else around (as far as she knows) to witness any failings on her part.

He only gets a few moments to shift sand before she starts motioning him away again, though.]

That's enough. You can dig up your own things.

I don't know how to use that technical stuff, I've never really done it.

[It's a good thing she doesn't, he doesn't really want to get stabbed. He blinks but withdraws his hands as she tells him to.]

Oh, I don't need anything, I was just helping since you seemed to want the pot.

[Doesn't she?]

[From here.]

["Elves", is it? She's heard the word, though it belongs with terms like "faeries". Creatures like that simply don't exist, and if they did she never imagined them to be the same size she was. They were all small creatures likely to lead you astray in a dark wood.

She's never heard of any place called "Hyrule", but this isn't a surprise. That this "zora" is a princess is also not much of a surprise. Many of the people brought here seem to hold some level of importance in their world.]

Titles don't really mean much here anyway, do they? [Their lands are gone, and they can't all be leaders.]

Not really. [She answers honestly, smiling a little sadly.] But to some, the titles might bring a sense of comfort, that there are people who were the authority in their worlds here. I am, technically, still a princess, but I've always been other things as well. Hopefully I can still do my best regardless.

[It's not like she particularly expects special treatment--she hadn't really gotten that outside her kingdom anyhow so she didn't see herself getting any now when being the zora princess meant even less.]

But perhaps those of us who used to be rulers can come together and pool our knowledge to help everyone. It's...a very optimistic way of thinking, I know, but... [She shrugs, smiling sheepishly]

Very optimistic.

[Maybe this princess is okay with sharing power, but too many rulers in her world didn't have any interest in that. How many kings and queens would come here and try to form armies of their own? To claim land on this planet and make it their own? Would they really be content to follow their hosts and do what was asked of them? Arya doubts it.]

I'd set that sort of thinking aside and assume the worst before you assume the best. Plenty of rulers aren't so kind.

[And if this sea-woman approaches them as if they are, she'll just be used by them.]

[Mipha is quiet a moment, looking thoughtful. She's not wrong, though Mipha supposes her own world's royalty coexisting rather peacefully is a novel thing.] The advice is reasonable, I understand that much, however... one can not hope to gain trust without giving a little themselves.

[She smiles a little and shrugs as if to say 'what can you do?'] I will be cautious, of course, but I cannot expect the worst of everyone I meet. Then I'd be actively looking for the worst as well, and what good would consistent paranoia do?

It would keep you from becoming complacent.

[Arya is reminded for a moment of Lord Baelish and of her sister repeating his words back to him. It hadn't been terrible advice, he'd just been using it to try and move his own plans forward. This sea-woman isn't wrong either, but this place brings out all her paranoia.

She can place some trust in her family, and that's enough for now. Plenty of people here don't have that much.]

Do what you think is right, I guess.

[From here.]

Under attack from what? If there's a threat, I'd like to know more about it.

[Because she doesn't feel like she knows enough about anything right now, even after talking to several others. Obviously they'd been brought in because their hosts needed a fighting force, but she needed details on what they were up against, exactly. Had her sister seen them? Could she get so much as a description?

Did they exist at all?]

If they can keep the thousands upon thousands of sleeping people in their ship safe you'd think they could make sure a few dozen have a safe landing.

Really? You want to know all of that now?

[ she gives Arya a look — it's not a denial, but she can't quite share her sister's interest in this topic, not when she has almost forgotten about the attack on the station, not when there seem to be so many other more pressing things to think of. such as — ]

I promise, we'll have all the time to talk about the attack or the landing or anything you want once we're in our house. But we shouldn't talk of it before then... you never know who's listening.

[ if they are going to talk of the Orbiters, or doubt what they told them... might be best not to do it here, on the station, where Darma's influence is the strongest. ]

If they could hear us here I don't know why you think being on the ground below might be any safer.

[Their hosts had sent them down there, after all. She doesn't see how, if they wanted to, they couldn't listen in on them there too. This might be their main base of operations and where they kept all their machinery, but she can't help but suspect that they also have some level of magic at their disposal, and at that level they could have ears everywhere.

If her sister doesn't want to talk about things here, though, that's fine.]

Jon told me about the house. Packed, is it?

[Because if it is, she doesn't intend to stay there long. She can always find someplace nearby.]

[From here]

Did you know they have machines on the ship that can make food out of thin air? It's kind of disturbing, actually. I don't know if they can make fruit. I'm sure it wouldn't be as good as this.

But you're right. [She isn't going to argue on the scarcity issue.]

If you can't learn not to be sloppy then you shouldn't bother.

[This is said as if she doesn't have red juice all down the front of her shirt and coating her hands.]

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[ He shrugs a little, since he wants to make sure he isn't making her uncomfortable with his point. That wasn't his objective, after all. But she seems all right. ]

Sometimes sloppy is good, though. You enjoy it better.

[From here.]

[It's a good question, and one Arya isn't sure she can even answer herself. It may require some deeper thought later, but she doesn't need to go into it now. Not for this man.]

Family.

[She says no more than that about it.]

If you know not to hope for my pity then you're a little smarter than I was going to give you credit for. And maybe less pathetic than I expected. Maybe this place has been good for you.

You have some of them here. I’ve just told you.

[ There must be a note of jealousy in his voice, but why should there be? His blood is here as well. He has Asha, and—Victarion. Asha is one thing, but Theon has no love for his uncle. Subconsciously, his hand goes to his throat, where Victarion had angrily attempted to choke him earlier that day. It could be worse, he thinks bitterly. Better Victarion than Euron, or his father.

With a sigh, he pushes his hands through his hair, hoping to push that envy away. The ironborn are not Starks, and he’s foolish for hoping for such things. ]

I do not want anything from you. I have never wanted anything from you. But you know of what I’ve done.

[ It’s a guess, but he can only assume. Everyone else knows. ]

So why aren’t you angrier?

[Too much anger led to rash decisions, but that's hardly the point here. Honestly, there are just far better people to be angry with.]

Would it make you feel better if I was? Is that what you think you deserve?

[People had died at Winterfell because of Theon. He had caused a slew of trouble for everyone, but ultimately he hadn't made her list. If anyone is to decide his fate it will be Sansa or Jon, and for now they're tolerating him.]

Don't get me wrong. I'll kill you in an instant if I think you'll be a problem. But until then I'll save my anger for my actual enemies.

[Though even having said this, she'll never consider him a member of the family the way Jon might.]

[From here.]

That would be a shame.

[If being bored means he's going to try and end it more quickly, he's welcome to do so. She'd prefer he show what he's really capable of. Otherwise the level of entertainment he gets out of this fight doesn't mean anything to her. She's not here to show off, only to win.]

I bet you say that to all the women.

[She starts forward, leading with a low, underhanded swing of her blade.]

[From here.]

[Is he really going to run at her like that? She almost feels bad even fighting him. Whether he can talk or not, she still feels like she's just fighting an animal. This just happens to be an animal that's a little more clever than most.

It's not a bad idea, going for her legs, but in order to knock her down he'll first have to deal with a booted foot aimed in the direction of his face. She keeps her sword at the ready, not yet swinging it, in case she needs it for another counterattack before both feet are back on the ground.

She'll be interested to see how fast he is.]

[Pretty fast- he notices the boot, but not quickly enough- so rather than hit his face, he corrects his trajectory and ends up getting a swift kick in the side instead, which causes him to tumble. Most small animals would be winded or hurt by that, but Rocket regains his bearings.]

All right. That's not too shabby, kid. He might actually have to jump on her to get the drop. He lunges again, but this time he zigzags away to circle her, feinting back and forth so she isn't quite sure where he's gonna lunge next. The idea would be to get her confused so he can jump on her back where she might not be able to get at him as easily.

It's pretty clear he's enjoying the hell out of himself, though.]

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