[Parties are horribly, hideously dull to her. The collars of her dresses always itch, and there's so many boring adults about. The worst is that they hush up whenever she gets close, which she hates, because she's not a baby, she knows all about politics, and she wants to know more about what's going on. There have been whispers about the Muscovites invading, and it all sounds exciting and terrible (but mostly exciting) to Arya.
This is the...she's lost count of what number party this is, but she's tired of playing at being a lady, she's no lady, and they wouldn't even let her bring Nymeria in from the kennel. Luckily, even Baleron has had enough of this stuffy nonsense; he weaves in and out of party goers, first a wolf, then a hyena, and occasionally a bird when it's too tight a fit. Arya doesn't have the luxury of shifting shapes, so she barrels through, dodging and spinning - and pushing when she has to.]
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This is the...she's lost count of what number party this is, but she's tired of playing at being a lady, she's no lady, and they wouldn't even let her bring Nymeria in from the kennel. Luckily, even Baleron has had enough of this stuffy nonsense; he weaves in and out of party goers, first a wolf, then a hyena, and occasionally a bird when it's too tight a fit. Arya doesn't have the luxury of shifting shapes, so she barrels through, dodging and spinning - and pushing when she has to.]