AN: This takes place a few years after the season two finale. Everything else is explained in the strory.
It can work as a one-shot, but if I get enough reviews, I might make to a story
English is not my first language. I'm sorry for any language mistakes.
Disclaimer: If Game of Thrones was mine, Sansa would have killed Joffrey by now. So it's obviously not.
Talisa looked down the vale. She saw the river, it was a small, blue shining string parting the meadows. It was a very peaceful picture.
But Talisas thoughts drifted unstoppable to another vale, tho other riverparted meadows. She saw warriors crossing between the tents, saw the few woman cooking, saw horses standing. Drifting further apart, she heard the people talk, the dogs barc and the swords meeting in exercises. She thought she could even smell this very special mixture of aromas that was only produced by an army camp preparing for war. Memories flooded her mind, some happy, some not. She saw all those hurt people, wounded warriors, everyone she could not save. In the same moment she saw Robb. How he looked like when they first met, how he looked at her after their first night together. She nearly felt his kiss on her lips.
„Dreaming?"
Apalled Talisa looked, behind herself, where the voice came from. Then she smiled. She had been so lost in thoughts tha she did not even recognized the voice.
„Hello Arya", she said. The Stark leaned against an old oak. She was dressed as usual: A black, leather vest above black leather trousers and a black cloak. Partly hidden by the cloak she saw at least three swords or knives, but this was Arya, so Talisa was pretty sure that there were more than ten other blades hidden in the darkness of her clothes.
„You are back."
„Yes. The Lannisters are heading south. They want to fight the Thagaryen girl. They will need soldiers." Arya said with a emotionless voice.
„Any chance they are going to visit Blackwoods?" Talisa asked, slightly scared. Blackwoods was her home for nearly a year now. Even though she lived outside the village, she was at the market often and as a healer she was respected by everyone. She did not want to leave.
„A few will come, but nobody who'd recognize you"
Suspiciously Talisa looked at Arya. „How do you know?"
„'Cause they sent young warriors. Nobody who fighted during the War Of Five Kings. That experienced warriors are to precious to sent them recruiting. You know Lannisters lost most of them in battles against Stannis."
„Will they take Gendry?"
„Nobody knows he lives with us, or better with you. Nobody knows live with you, either."
Talisa sighed reliefed. It was good to know they were save. And it was good to have Arya home again. Arya and Gendry had taught her to handle a sword, just in case, but she never felt really save when the two of them went out to check the political situation or to buy some things. Blackwoods was a really small village, only about twenty families, and they did not even live in it. Talisa had wanted to, but she had to admit it was saver this way. So she could be sure nobody ever saw Arya or Gendry. Golden cloaks were still searching both of them, although Talisa thought they would not even recognize them. Political things never reached this village.
„Where is Gendry?" Talisa asked.
„With the twins. He has brought the a book. You should have seen their faces. They are all smiles."
Arya said smiling.
Talisa smiled, too. The twins were all she had left of Robb. Well, the twins and Arya. And Gendry.
Gendry was so good with the twins. He was their dear uncle, the person who came closest to a father. He often played with them, told them stories, even taught them to read. He usually had help from Arya. Arya was the kids auntie, the one who taugth them to fence, to climb and to read the stars. The one who protected them.
„Let's go then." Arya said quietly. She knew Talisa thought of Robb. She still missed him. Arya herself missed him, too. But they had to live now.
The past was the past.
The twins were waiting.
So, that's it. Review?