~:Lyanna's Nameday:~
It was a cold, but sunny afternoon so Arya decided that she would play outside in the castle yard after being stuck in her chamber for the last few days because of the heavy rain. She felt a little tired after her baby brother Rickon had kept half of Winterfell awake with his constant crying the previous night, but she still had more than enough energy to spare as usual.
First she spent a little time with Hodor in the stables, but soon got bored as he only ever answered 'Hodor' to endless questions. Next, she went to talk to see Mikken the blacksmith, hoping that he would let her play with a sword or an axe, but he was having none of it and chased her away, much to her amusement.
"What are you up to young lady?" Her father asked, taking her a little by surprise.
Arya turned and smiled up at her father. "I was just looking for something to do. My sister is no fun and my brothers have lessons with Maester Luwin." She frowned a little. "What are you doing father?" She asked, noticing that he carried a blue winter rose.
Her father gently placed his hand on her slender shoulder as he bent down a little, to be more at her level. "Today would have been your Aunt Lyanna's nameday. I'm going down to the crypts to pay my respects." He showed her the single rose that he carried. "These blue winter roses were her favorite."
Arya smiled up at her father, she had heard a little of her Aunt Lyanna. Some of the older residents of Winterfell often said that Arya reminded them of Lyanna when she was Arya's age. She had the same adventurous spirit and knack of getting into all kinds of trouble as her aunt, and some even say that they shared the same Stark looks.
"Can I come too father? I've never been into the crypts before." She smiled sweetly at him, hoping that he would allow it. She was a little scared really, but she didn't want her father to think that she was craven. "Please, I'm not scared!"
Her father laughed. "Come on then, let's go together." He kissed her forehead and stood straight before reaching down to hold her hand.
Arya held her father's hand a little tighter as they entered the crypts and he led her down some stone steps and into the darkness. It wasn't totally dark, much to her relief as there were a few candles burning. She felt better when her father lit a torch and led her deeper into the crypts.
He then stopped at one stone statue which had a sword placed at it's feet. "That's your grandsire, Lord Rickard. He was burned alive by the Mad King, Aerys." Her father told her.
Arya looked at the statue of her grandsire as she listened to her father. She loved to hear her fathers stories and learn about her family, even though it was gruesome sometimes.
Her father then led her over to another, smaller stone statue of a woman. "And this is your Aunt Lyanna." He said as he carefully placed the blue winter rose into the statues hand.
He crouched down besides Arya to wrap his arm around her slender shoulders. "She was supposed to marry King Robert but Rhaegar Targaryen kidnapped her."
Arya looked at her father as she listened. "King Robert started a war to win her back. He killed Rhaegar, but your Aunt Lyanna died anyway." He continued. "You remind me of her so much sometimes." He kissed her forehead again and she smiled happily, feeling loved.