A pack for us (Arya II)

A pack for us

Arya II

Arya awoke before the sun. The fire in her room was long dead ash and smoldering wood was all that remained the offer of a few bravos coins had gotten her one of the nicer rooms with its own fire place. She'd also brought a stable horse to replace her exhausted one a strong white field horse more suited to the snow and cold.

Arya quietly removed her covers a stood next to her bed. The cold was bitting her naked flesh. The floor boards like ice made her toes curl. She wanted to bury herself in her warm bed but willed herself to keep moving. She examined her scars, the holes left by the quaithe they hadn't healed properly they were red angry blots on her pale skin. Bruises covered her body some old and some new. Riding sores covered her backside her womanly arse hardened from riding but still soft and maliable. Her tight skinny figure glowed in the late moon light her skin paler than the moon. Her maiden head still intact even after all her adventures... She was one of the lucky ones...

Quickly she dressed into her riding gear and Woolen overcoat. She left a few more coins on her pillow and snuck out the inn silently. Arya was never one for pointless chatter.

With Needle at her side she mounted her new stallion. The white stallion chaffed at being riden by such a small girl but quickly fell in line after a few tugs.

Almost home.

Once again the sword spoke to her the voice still as familiar but impossible to identify.

As the sun rose she left the stable surrounded in a swerl of snow ready for the final ride to Winterfell. To her home.

Shivering she disappeared into the clouds leaving nothing behind.