Arya Stark Appreciation Week | Day Six: Favorite Scene
arya appreciation week: favorite scene
Day 6: Favorite Scene:
I can be your family - Kissed by fire.
As Arya was cinching her saddle girth, Gendry came up to say that he was sorry. She put a foot in the stirrup and swung up into her saddle, so she could look down on him instead of up. You could have made swords at Riverrun for my brother, she thought, but what she said was, “If you want to be some stupid outlaw knight and get hanged, why should I care? I’ll be at Riverrun, ransomed, with my brother.”
There was no rain that day, thankfully, and for once they made good time. [Arya Stark, ASOS]
Arya Stark Appreciation Week - Day 6: Favorite Scene
"Who taught you that shite? The greatest swordsman who ever lived. Syrio Forel, the First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos.”
“Look Arya, I wanted to talk to you about… Well you know what about,” Gendry said haltingly, his face turning red as well.
“Oh yeah that,” Arya said, and before she knew what she was doing, she was babbling. “It’s fine really. More than fine. Great, it’s great. We don’t have to talk about it. Not if you don’t want to, unless you do actually want to but I’m fine really—”
“Arya,” Gendry said. “I know you’re mad at me.”
“I am?” Arya sputtered.
“Yeah and it’s okay,” he said earnestly. “I was a complete arse. You have every right to be mad at me.”
“You were?” Arya asked, feeling her heart plummet.
“I should have never done that,” Gendry said and suddenly she felt like she was the puddle of rain re-pooling at her feet. She couldn’t meet his eyes. She might cry if she did.
Day 4: Favorite Trait: Caring:
"Wolves. Arya went cold. Robb’s men, and my father’s. She felt drawn toward the cages. The bars allowed so little room that prisoners could neither sit nor turn; they stood naked, exposed to sun and wind and rain. The first three cages held dead men. Carrion crows had eaten out their eyes, yet the empty sockets seemed to follow her. The fourth man in the row stirred as she passed. Around his mouth his ragged beard was thick with blood and flies. They exploded when he spoke, buzzing around his head. “Water.” The word was a croak. “Please … water,..”
The bars were too narrow to pass a cup through, but Harwin and Gendry offered her a leg up. She planted a foot in Harwin’s cupped hands, vaulted onto Gendry’s shoulders, and grabbed the bars on top of the cage. The fat man turned his face up and pressed his cheek to the iron, and Arya poured the water over him. He sucked at it eagerly and let it run down over his head and cheeks and hands, and then he licked the dampness off the bars. He would have licked Arya’s fingers if she hadn’t snatched them back. By the time she served the other two the same, a crowd had gathered to watch her.”
Half a boy and half a wolf pup…