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It was a long trudge up to the owlery, but one that was calming, at least slightly. Hands tucked in his pockets and shoulders hunched up, he made his way slowly up the steps, pausing more than once to let his eyes trail out over the view. There was something peaceful in the scenery, in simply standing there and watching the clouds roll over the horizon as the sun made its way to its resting place.
Letting out a slow breath, he watched the steam rise from his lips into the chilly air. Winter was already fast approaching and he couldn't help but wonder how long it would before the steps were slicked in ice and they would become that much more dangerous for his ascent to this somewhat peaceful place. Screeching owls sometimes did away with the serenity. Reaching the last step, he moved to the door, pausing when he saw Arya inside, grooming her owl, and he couldn't help the small smile that touched his lips as he leaned against the doorframe.
It was as she removed a loose feather that she noticed the owls hooting rise an octave. This, however, didn't cause her to look up from her owl. This wasn't a place that her friends frequented, so she just assumed the person was another student or maybe professor who came up to send off a letter or check up on their own owls.
Pulling out a treat from a little pouch especially made for Altair, she fed one to the owl to calm her a bit before returning to pulling out loose feathers. The steam the accompanied every breath seeming to go unnoticed by the young teen.