Sheepshift

by Ash888

The fourth in a series of fun little one-shots which happen several years before the events of the show. I intend to incorporate these into my longer fic (The Faceless Wolf) at some point as memories or dreams, but I thought they would make a series of fun shorts too. Angry at her sister, Arya sheepshift's Sansa's bed.

~:Sheepshift:~

Arya felt so angry at her sister as she marched over to where the sheep and goats were kept. 'It's not my fault I'm not very good at needlework, I can't help it if my stitches are always crooked' She thought to herself as her wolf blood started to boil. Sansa was better than Arya at almost everything, it was so annoying.

And why did Sansa always insist that she should act more ladylike? Arya hated being a lady sometimes and just wanted to play and explore. Why couldn't Sansa understand that she didn't want to be a lady? 'Being a lady is boring, It's so unfair. But, I'll teach her' She thought as knelt down to scoop up a handful of sheep shit and stuffed it into her pockets.

The smell was awful, but Arya didn't mind a little dirt and wiped her dirty hands on her wool dress. The dress was one of Sansa's old ones of course, as Arya wasn't allowed a new dress until she had learned how to keep hers clean and not rip them.

Her mother had almost given up on trying to keep Arya clean and looking presentable at times, much to her fathers amusement. Her hair was always tangled or knotted and she always had a smudge on her face or dirt under her fingernails.

Arya marched her way back over to the castle as lots of people gave her funny looks or backed away because of the foul smell. Arya didn't care though, she just ignored them, she was too focused on getting revenge on her sister.

"Arya Stark, where are you young lady?" She could hear her mother shouting from across the castle yard. Septa Mordane must have told her what had happened during her class that morning she figured, but Arya wasn't ready to face her mother just yet.

She quickly ran into the castle and up to Sansa's bedchamber, her footsteps echoeing against the stone floor and walls. She knew that Sansa would still be in class and that her mother wouldn't think to look for her in there, so she slipped inside and with a bit of effort closed the heavy oak door behind her.

Compared to her own bedchamber, Sansa's looked immaculate. Things were neat and tidy and everything had it's place. Unlike Arya's room which looked as if an angry bull had been set loose in it.

She walked over to Sansa's bed and pulled back the furs and sheets to get at her matress. She carefully cut a small hole in it and started to stuff the sheep shit inside. The bedchamber had already started to stink and even Arya felt a little queasy from it. She then pulled out the needle and thread that she had taken from class and started to sew up the little hole that she had cut. Her stitches were as crooked as ever but she didn't care.

'That'll teach you' She thought to herself, satisfied with her work. She made her sister's bed look neat and tidy so that she wouldn't suspect anything before walking over to the door and opened it slightly. When she knew that it was clear she slipped out and ran down the hallway to her own bedchamber. Septa Mordane was inside waiting for her, looking none too pleased and worse...her mother was waiting too.