Chase her

Frustrated, Bran threw his bow down and ran after his annoying sister. Arya, giggling, gave another curtsy before putting her bow down and taking off. Bran could hear Theon and Robb laughing at his predicament, the words stinging. He would not let Arya embarrass him further!

"You're never gonna catch me!" She taunted, rounding a corner. "You never have!" While she wasn't wrong, Bran had grown since the last time. He knew he could catch her. Whizzing past a pair of guards, Arya bolted into the great hall, Bran following. With agility Bran simply didn't have, Arya weaved through the throng of servants cleaning up last night's feast. Not wanting to be left behind, Bran jumped on the table and gave chase. Servants gasped as Bran tried his best not to break any plates. He got a few dirty looks, but what could they do! He was a Stark of Winterfell!

Giggling, Arya ran back out into the yard. "C'mon Bran, you know you can't win!" She called, laughing. They were approaching the stables, and Bran knew what she was thinking. There was a small hole in the back of one of the stalls, small enough for Arya to easily squeeze through. When Bran was younger, he also could fit through the hole, but now he was a man grown. He knew he wouldn't be able to follow her through there. In a last-ditch effort to catch his sister, he put all his energy into one final leap.