spohkh | Personal Log #11 - Dazed and Confused [Voice/Action]

[Spock opened his eyes and held in the groan at the familiar sight of Luceti's forest. It took a moment for the Vulcan to organize his thoughts and realize what had happened...

Ah yes... He had been kidnapped once again.

Spock sat up, wary of the lingering effects from his visit with the Malnosso... and looked around for his Journal. Predictably it was laying innocently by his side... illogically he had hoped that it might have been lost. No matter.
Spock reached for it and stopped... realizing that something was wrong with his hand. It was... frozen. His long fingers stuck together, hand in the shape of a loose fist and refusing to move. The Vulcan's eyes widened in surprise as he checked his other hand, finding the exact same thing. What was he going to do? He could barely pick up the journal let alone use it properly.

The Vulcan fumbled with the journal, finally getting it to flop open on in his lap... ]

Greetings. I have been returned from my... visit... with the Malnosso. I require assistance. Is anyone there?

[Action]: Spock can be found in the woods without the use of his hands. He's going to need a lot of help, and Spock's not going to like it.
You can also catch him walking towards his place with his journal held awkwardly between his fists. Approach him if you dare.]

[OOC: When I originally went on Hiatus, I said that Spock was going to be on autopilot, however, I've needed to be away longer than originally planned. It was advised to me that I have Spock mallynapped to excuse him from not knowing everything that's gone down. Apparently I've missed wings... this upsets me greatly. XD]

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Indeed? I have not had much opportunity to speak to you regarding your home. May I safely assume that you live by the water?

[Spock was really curious about Arya now... Plus, this was a good way to pass the time while she made her way here.]

[She pauses for a second or two as she heads out the door.]

I did just before I woke up here. Before that, it was mainly just rivers and springs.

[King's Landing doesn't count. She almost wishes she never went there.]

May I inquire as to what transpired before you came here?

[The Vulcan waits by his tree... he's certain that it will not take Arya long to get here, especially with the wolf at hand.]

A lot of things. [Nymeria tilts her head at her, but she shakes her head.] Go on, Nymeria. Lead.

[As her wolf sniffs and then takes off at a jog, Arya follows along. She's not sure she wants to get into the full details right now, even if they could be told in the time it would take to find him.]

I spent a while wandering the riverlands. Before that, I lived in the north. In Winterfell.

[Spock figured that it was a touchy subject, so he let it drop for now... instead, he asked something else he was rather curious about.]

May I inquire as to where you acquired Nymeria?

[That'll make her smile.]

Winterfell. My brothers came home one day with the pups, one for each of us. Four boys and two girls.

[Jon might have considered himself and Ghost apart from the rest, but she sure didn't.]

How long have you had Nymeria?

[Spock often wondered whether or not the girl had any family waiting back home for her...
She was so independent for one so young.]

[Arya shrugs. That's a tough question and one she's not sure she has a good answer to.]

I only had her for a few months before I had to chase her away. She would have been killed if I didn't. [There's still a twinge of guilt whenever she thinks about that.] It's been a long time since then. A few years. I only got her back when I got here.

Ah, then she is most loyal to you.
I have once been told that animals respond only to what they are given. If an 'owner' has a lot of love to give, then that animal gives more in return.

[Did he just imply you were a loving person? Maybe~]

My brothers and I raised them all ourselves, so I guess that's right. [She's a loving person... to specific people. And direwolves.] Ghost was always the most loyal, though. Or at least the most obedient. He's my brother Jon's wolf.

[Spock's sensitive ears could hear the duo coming through the woods...]

I did not realize that you had such a large family. [The 'you must miss them' went without saying...]

[Nymeria pauses, sniffing the wind, before taking off at a trot again. Arya keeps at the same pace, though.]

It isn't, anymore. There are only three of us now.

[Sansa still counts, married or not.]

[Spock was silent for a moment...]

I grieve with thee.

[It was a ritual Vulcan phrase, meant to give condolence to those who had lost someone.]

All men must die. [Valar morghulis. Knowledge that hurts, but it's solid truth, and that sort of helps. She's still hurt and angry, of course, but nobody escapes the god of death.] Grieving won't bring them back.

[Not even Thoros can manage that.]

And yet all bonds that are broken must be acknowledged, yes? Otherwise it is akin to an open wound.

Part of controlling your emotions is to first acknowledge them... define them... and master them. If you do not acknowledge what is logical, then the impending explosion will be immense.

[Spock's getting better a metaphors.]

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