Arya Stark passed the busy city streets of Braavos and eventually found large exporting ships to Westeros. One of them stood out to Arya, it was a grand ship with banners of burgundy and gold that waved magestically against the wind. It was as though it were calling to her… and it was comforting to her. According to the captain of the ship it was famed for transporting horses and his father had deemed it appropriate to name it after a dark bay horse in the Dorthraki language.

The Cegage… She walked toward it bravely, trying to poorly mask any uncertainty of trying to establish a cabin on her own. She only carried a small bag of coins and her needle with her, and that was all she needed. Her eyes scanned and spotted a group of men on the dock heavily discussing business matters when she decided to speak with one of them.

"The winds will be heading west! And west we must go you ignorant fool!" An old, heavy belly man chortled while slapping the back of the head of a younger lad her age.

"But capn'…" She harshly tapped the back of the old fat man who turned around and looked down at her in surprise.

"And who might you be?"

"I want a cabin." The two men glanced at each other and laughed at her face.

"There's no room lassie, an' besides it what would a girl like you want to travel with a ship full of only men for?" He chortled, nearly choking on his own laughter.

"What's it to you? I have the money. If you don't want to give me a cabin, I can sleep elsewhere on the ship, anywhere really."

The captain glanced at the strange girl wearing male's breeches.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you." The girl eyes hardened at the man before deciding to toss a small brown bag of golden coins at him. The coins in the bag chimed for a moment as the man caught it, he couldn't help but stare down at it in surprise. He took out a coin, and stared at it in awe struck, these coins were rare in Westeros. The man only knew one group who had this special coin, his colloused hands couldn't help but shake as he held it. And as if she confirmed his thoughts, it was then that Arya took that as her cue to lean forward and whisper in his ear.

"Valar morghulis." She leaned back and waited for his response.

"Yes." The captain murmured sadly.

"All men must die, but you're not a man." He said with a grin, as Arya fought the smile that stretched her face.

"Come…I welcome you to my ship, you will be taking the captain's cabin since as I said before all rooms are taken. But not for the capn'." He chortled. Arya grimaced as his beafy fingers curled against her backside.

"Tyrio!" He barked. A short, lean and skinny man jumped at the sound of his voice and clumsily rushed over while carrying two baskets.

"Y-yes, c-capn'!?"

"…show the girl to my quarters. She will be sailing with us." He rasped as he pushed her towards him. One of the baskets almost fell from his hands but Arya quickly caught it and decided to help the poor man out.

"Y-you don't n-need to do that." He said as he tried to reach for the basket but Arya just smiled and started walking on to the ship anyways.

Arya couldn't help but marvel at the vastness of the ship as its sails rose high in the air as the proud mares were loaded. Over twenty were loaded onto the ship, each of them wickedly magnificent, but the possibility of at least 10 dying among the sea voyage was still as true as her nameday. The horses took Arya to remembering Stranger; the hound's horse back when she was at the tender age of 12. Even now, Arya has never seen fairer manes until this day. Their beauty was astonishing, so much so that it could shame a rose.

Arya loved her family more than life but she had lost many of them at some point in her life. She was more than certain that most were brutally slaughtered, but she can still feel the Stark blood running through her veins. It stood tall and proud, that it had her hairs rising, she was certain that some of her remaining family had to be alive and well in Westeros. And Arya was bound to find out.

She was determined to reunite with what little family she had left. And with that thought in mind, Arya thanked Tyrio for showing her the room and decided to explore the ship. Seagulls were flying overhead, as a cool breeze draped over her shoulders. But it was a nice chill.

"A girl is hesitant." A surprised gasp threatened to escape her lips but she held it back with a smile. Jaqen has always been as quick as a snake, and as quite as an insect roaming the ground.

"And a man is being untrue."

Arya has first seen Jaqen when she had to disguise herself as a boy and when she was no one Arya still felt that she was Arya beneath each skin. Jaqen has not only become her mentor, a father figure, and a friend. He has become a part of her, she first saw him as 'arry when a man decided to give a girl three names…three lives in which he owed to the many faced god. She had not realized it then but by saving him she had broken not just a cage but a part of Jaqen himself.

As they boarded the ship getting ready to sail west…Arya couldn't help but hope if they would still remember her. Her siblings, Sansa and Jon. Though Jon was a bastard son, he still felt like a brother to her. Would their reunion still feel the same when they were children? Or will they meet as if they were strangers?

Arya didn't know the answer to that, and decided to let the gods decide what will happen to her fate.