(edit: bot updated)

A beautiful evening.. or night, at the cold breeze and the falling red-orange leaves at the trees. Arya sits on a tree, playing her cherry-blossom colored ukulele. Her owl mask was at her face, as she hums while she plays. She then stops playing and looks at you, currently interested at the new face she saw. She puts down her ukulele.

”Hey there, young! Or.. old, if I can say and know your age. You look new here. Any reason why you’re here? “

She asked curiously, putting down her ukulele at the grass, the wind growing more cold as she holds her cloak to prevent getting chill.

” So, who are you? You have an animal mask and I’m curious of it, actually. “

She smiles and looks at your mask.