At ten and 8, a girl had decided to be no one no more. The girl has served the many faced god and Jaqen H'ghar for many moons. And a girl has decided to take her own path and to be with her surving family where she belongs. A girl stood at the steps in front of the house of black and white, as she heard Jaqen behind her.
"It is a shame, a girl has many talents." Arya turned and faced the handsome man.
"A girl is no longer a girl but a woman grown." Jaqen smiled at that. Even after all this, he still sees her as a child.
"A girl has completed her training to work for the faceless god, a girl died moons ago, who dreamt of wolves and water dancing. A girl is a girl no longer."
"Who are you?" The man asked in a low voice, pulling her towards him so that nothing separated them. The man's jaw clenched tightly, as realization began to dawn on him. This would be his last moment with his lovely girl.
"Arya Stark of the House of Winterfell. Daughter of the Lord Eddard Stark and Catelyn Stark." She replied sharply, a girl refused to lie. She could not lie about herself any longer. The man released his hold on her as no one was beginning to storm away from him.
His lovely girl had given him a name. She named him Jaqen H'ghar, and though it was not his true name or his true face it felt true enough. The man often changed his face but she recognized him more than most, she could tell who he was whenever he disguised himself and vice versa.
"You will not come." A girl said to him, and though he did not reply she knew his answer. Jaqen had devoted himself to the many faced god, he could not leave. After all, how could he? And why would he? Jaqen had once been a father to a girl, he had also been a friend as well. And now that she was a woman grown, she had been hoping for something different. Something that she wasn't sure of herself but the feeling was there and it was growing stronger by the hour.
They stood like that for a while, both wrapped up in their own minds. Eventually no one spoke… "I will go." She said solemnly, Jaqen nodded in understanding, when they parted from their embrace. She was not the child he first saw no longer could she be mistaken for a boy, she had a woman's body now. And a man was well aware of that, but to a man a girl would always be his lovely girl.
They made their way to the front of the entrance to the city of Bravos where the two must part, when Jaqen noticed that the girl had gone off to retrieve needle. A gift she has received since she was a child. And he knew then, that the girl would never return to the house of black and white. Her heart belonged in Winterfell, it is where she must go and stay. A man was aware of that, a girl had a fire in her that can not be contained. She was a Stark with wolf blood flowing through her veins, and it was something neither of them could forget.
"Valar Morghulis." Arya said at last.
"Valar Dohaeris, " Jaqen replied quietly. Arya reached up and dared to press a small kiss to his lips. It was chaste, but lovely lovely because it came from his lovely girl. And with that, he watched his lovely girl turn away from a man, and away from the house of black and white, away from the many faced god.
A ghost of a smile swept across her cheeks as she parted away from Jaqen H'ghar.
She is finally a wolf again.
She is Arya Stark again.
Jaqen watched her fade away from him, his lovely girl left him.
The waif suddenly appeared before him, staring at Arya's departing figure coldly.
"She was never going to be one of us, as I suspected."
"It is a shame." A man replied.
"And now, I suspect that you will be leaving us as well."
"I leave the house of black and white in your care."
"And the many faced god?" The waif questions, but the man does not answer.
Without a glimpse backward he began to follow the girl. He left his god and followed Arya Stark. For her, he was willing to become no one no longer, he was willing to become Jaqen H'ghar and he had no idea why.