Day 111
Character-Arya
Words-90
Wind rustled through the mighty pine branches of Du Weldenvarden, sprinkling Arya's head with dead needles and bird droppings alike. She shook her head and brushed off her shoulders before grabbing Faolin's hand in her own and running. Her small feet padded against the hard packed dirt as their childish laughs permeated the air. Suddenly thunder roared and within seconds, rain was pouring down through the many branches of the trees and onto them. She shrieked and pulled her friend to cover under a large boulder, laughing the whole way.
