Who? Arya Stark and Jaime Lannister What? Finding the dirty Stark child. Where? Lawrence, y'know somewhere with a bush....off the street. When? Tonight! Early evening. Rating? Low.
"Ser Illyn, bring me his head." The words rang out, hatefully. Arya felt her blood boil. He couldn't kill her father, he couldn't do this. Stupid Sansa had begged for their father's life. What was that brat of a Prince King doing? He was no king, actually. He was a child, just like her. He was evil. Arya was scared, she didn't want her father to die. What would happen to her and Sansa? What would happen to their whole family if this were going to happen? This wasn't fair! This wasn't justice! Her father wouldn't commit treason. Arya knew that he had been admitting to something he didn't do. He wasn't a trator. He wasn't. Ned Stark loved Robert Baratheon like a brother. He wasn't a stupid man. He wouldn't try to take over like that. He didn't even want the power. This wasn't right and Arya could feel it in her bones. Joffrey was the worse kind of scum that Arya knew, he was the one that deserved to die.
However, as much as her mind was in that moment and as much as she could feel how wrong this was in her bones.....something strange happened. Arya found herself...crouched in a bush. That wasn't where she had been only moments before. She had been on that blasted statue, watching her father. Now...where was she? This didn't appear to be....where was she? Arya looked around, panicked. What had just happened? Where was she? There was grass, and people, less people than she had just seen around. These weren't people standing about to watch the trial and execution of a traitor. These were people that were walking around, minding their business, and there were so few of them. What in the seven hells had happened?
Her hands automatically sought out Needle, who was still safely holstered through her belt loop. At least she was still armed. She was safe as long as she had her sword to defend herself. She had already killed one person, not that she wanted to do it again if she didn't have to, but still. She could take care of herself....if she had to. Arya crouched low in the bush and looked around, her dirty appearance allowing her to go mostly unnoticed by passerby. Or, she was pretty sure that she was going unnoticed by passerby, anyway. Nobody seemed to be stopping or paying any mind in her direction. That was the way she wanted it.
She just needed to be another orphan child running around the city. This didn't appear normal, though. These people were dressed strangely. They...all looked odd. Some of them held...little rocks (maybe?) up to their ears and talked as if a person were walking with them. Others wore what seemed like underwear as they ran through the area. Others still had animals with them that were attached to tethers. She didn't understand what was going on. This couldn't be some kind of joke. This was no time for a joke. Maybe it was a dream? Or maybe what she had seen before was a dream. She had no way of knowing.
Arya was just watching everything, slightly frightened, until she saw a familiar person, though he wasn't familiar in the good sense. She couldn't help the way her eyes narrowed, or the fact that she hissed out, "Kingslayer." She didn't allow herself to blink, staring at Ser Jaime Lannister. She didn't like the Lannisters, they were dangerous. They were on her list....of people that should pay. Arya tensed, unmoving, unsure of what to do in this situation. Was he going to kill her? What was going to happen? She had no clue. She was trying to be quiet, who knew if he'd heard her, though.