Hi this is my first Arya and Gandry fic I do not own any of the characters. They all rightfully belong to Gorge R. R. Martin.
Ayra glared at Gendy across the fire, they had had another fight and hot pie sat at the side glancing hesitantly at each of them in turn. Arya got to her feet. "I'm going to piss." She said marching over to the wood behind Gendry.
"That ain't no language for a lady." Gendry said and he got a kick in the shin for that as she passed.
"Stupid Bull." Arya hissed. Silence fell over Hot pie and Gendry as they listened to her feet snapping twigs grow fainter. It was quiet for a while longer then Hot pie coundn't take it any longer.
"Oh I wish that you and Arya would stop doing that." He burst out.
"What?" Gendry said looking at Hot pie with a questioning glance.
"Well you do it all the time and well, what I mean is it's no fun to watch is all." Hot pie looked down at his feet not wanting to meet Gendrys' gaze. Gendry watched the fire dancing and the twigs splintering, its glow was the exact opposite of Arya's eyes icy glare. He went over what he had said to her earlier.
"Is m' lady craving to lose of a feather bed?" Gendry said looking at Arya trying to find a soft place, or as close as soft as she could find to sit on.
"No!" Arya snapped at him. She had fallen privy to their arriving at the clearing and though she had brushed it off she had hit her tail bone on a stone with all her weight behind it. She had only just managed to hide a limp. He had then proceeded to teas her about being highborn she was fine with that but when he said something about her family. That was it she had snapped into an angry silence watching him with her gray eyes, if they could, would freeze him where he sat. So thus here they are with Gendry starting to feel quite bad Arya not back yet from what would seem like a very long piss. He got to his feet and with a sigh went to look for her.
When he came to a river he was about to pass a tree and call for her, But he stopped in his tracks as he heard sobs. Gendry looked round and saw Arya huddled into a ball rocking back and forth on her heels cradling her knees with her arms as she wept. And in that instance Gendry saw not a feisty little wolf cub she so often was, he saw a little lost young girl. Gendry resisted the sudden urge to run over to her and scoop her up into his arms whilst she cried. Instead her looked away and stood with his back pressed against a trees trunk resting his head back on its bark, pressing his eyes shut. Listening to her weep.
Well that is all for now there may be more but until then, sayonara!