'I want to make a sword,' stated Arya in a clear voice. She was sitting on the table opposite his forge, her legs swinging as they didn't reach the floor. She had been watching him work for an hour now and that was the first sentence she had spoken. Gendry used to find it unnerving when Arya watched him, but now he was used to having a little shadow watching him. It was good to know that she was there, and if she was there she couldn't be somewhere else, getting into trouble.
'What?' he asked, putting down his tools and wandering over to her.
'You heard me,' she said, staring him down with those stormy grey eyes, 'I want you to teach me how to make a sword.' She told him her command firmly and slowly, accentuating each syllable.
'You can't,' he said, thoughtfully, 'You're too little.'
'What d'you mean I'm too little?' she shot at him, defensively. She stood up to face him, and he laughed. He reached out to the table to pick up his shirt but she slapped his hand when it came near her.
He laughed again, 'What, do you prefer me shirtless, milady?'
She pouted and took a heavy breath. 'What did you mean I'm too little?'
'You need to hit the metal hard,' he explained, 'You're not strong enough to do that.'
She frowned, and saw a steely determination come into her eyes. Then it vanished, replaced by a softness more suited to her sister. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she spoke in a higher voice than normal. 'You could… help me?'
Gendry looked at her funnily. 'Are you trying to… flirt with me?'
She dropped the act and glared at the ground. Gendry burst out laughing.
He cupped her face in his hand and she lifted her eyes. She was blushing furiously, and she was so pretty when she blushed. He pecked her on the forehead.
'I'll help you,' he said, and got back to work.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! This is my little bit of fluff, and I don't know about you, but reading fluff feels like a warm cuddle to me! Reviews welcome.
