The next morning, Arya awoke with the most intense pain in her head. The bright morning light felt like she was staring directly at the sun. When her eyes finally adjusted and allowed herself to look around the room, she remembered what happened the night before and why she was in a strangle cabin. Although, her drinking companion was nowhere to be seen. Yara was probably already to work ordering men around and getting them back on course.

She found a fresh cup of water next to her clothes from the night before and down it instantly. The pulse beat behind her ears harder than she could remember it had before. "Gods," she muttered as she pulled on her pants but not her heavy outer shirt. She couldn't bear the extra layer on top her already sweaty shirt. Stepping into her boots, she rose off the bed with a sluggishness she wasn't used to.

Outside of the room, she could hear people moving around and working and could assume she slept most of the morning. When she reached the deck, unprepared for how intense the sun was going to burn into her eyes. Her hands flew to cover her face and she heard the same thick laugh from the night before.

"Look who awoke from the dead! I thought the Drowned God was going to have to take you away." Arya knew it was Yara before she moved her hands away from her eyes just in time to see a wine pouch being offered to her.

"Gods no, I never want to drink again," her voice was rougher than usual.

"Trust me, it'll help. Everyone says that the first they get drunk." She decided not to fight back anymore and hoped Yara was right. She took the pouch and drank down a large swig. The wine tasted much sweeter than the ale from the night before.

"How do you seem perfectly fine," she asked as she handed back the pouch. She did feel a fraction better but not nearly enough to make the throbbing in her head stop.

Yara chuckled again, "years of practice," she said matter of factly. "You should get some food, you nearly slept the whole morning away."

"Right," she gave a small nod before turning and going back down below deck. Her eyes happy to leave the brightness up above. The walk to the kitchens seemed longer than any other day. The cooks were already working on the evening's meal so she knew they were going to irritated with her demand for food. Though they would never voice their opinions, being the sister of the new king had a few perks.

By the time she started on her daily routine, the sun was starting to get low in the sky. She was grateful for this because her head was still foggy. But she toughed it out and started her climb to the top of the pole yet again to see what progress they had made. At the top of the crow's nest, she sat for a moment just to enjoy the breeze pushing against her. It felt almost as cleansing as a bath, waking her up from the hung over stupper she was stuck in all morning. It was a few good moments before she finally opened her eyes and pulled out the looking glass and started scanning.

There was water as far as she could see with no signs of storms after the one last night. It was blue as far as the eye could see. That's why when she saw a speck off in the distance, she didn't even notice it at first. She had to make a double take to even catch it. It was so small and burly, she thought it was her eyes playing tricks on her. "Greyjoy!" she called out as loud as she could, hoping their captain was close by to hear. Arya looked over the edge of her perch to check and sure enough she could make out the form of Yara looking up to her. If she called back, Arya couldn't hear with the wind whipping around her so she called out again. "Greyjoy, you should come see this!" She assumed she had heard because Yara started making her way up the pole. She seemed to make the trip more quickly than Arya could with her size.

"Please tell me it's not another storm," Yara said when she was close to the top.

"I don't think so… I need a second set of eyes," she handed her the looking glass when she joined her on the small deck. "There, do you see that?" She pointed off in the direction of the speck for Yara to see.

"Mm I can't be sure," Yara moved the looking glass away for a second before looking back again. "It's definitely… something."

"Do you think it could be…?" Arya let the words drift away, afraid to jinks them if they were spoke out loud.

"Possibly. We should change course to whatever it is, and hope for the best. Nice eye, Stark." The praise seemed genuine despite who it was coming from. Yara handed the looking glass back to her and Arya secured it back to her belt. "Why don't we celebrate?"

"Why do I have a feeling that means drinking more?"

"Because that is the only way to celebrate! I can't believe you've spent this entire voyage sober." She gave out a laugh before starting back down the ladder. "Come on, I promise it won't be as much as last night. It'll make you feel better."

"Okay," Arya sighed and followed after her until they were back on the deck. Dinner was to be served soon and for once, she actually joined the others in the dining room, happy to be out of the bright light.

Dinner was fish, most meals were fish. Arya didn't mind, she grew to like it but she was sure the Ironborn were sick of it after eating it their whole lives. Fish wasn't very common in the North. Yara was already downing a cup of wine and announcing the possible good news to whoever was close enough to listen. Arya was off to the side trying her best to stay out of the spot light. She didn't want the recognition for something that may be nothing. It didn't help that she knew no one on board well; she was a wolf in a sea of squid.

Before long, Yara came to her side and convinced her to drink and enjoy the night. "You're such a killjoy, Stark. Let loose a little, drink, celebrate, hell get laid. I don't give a shit, but you need to get rid of that scowl."

Arya let out a laugh and drank a little before replying. "This is the Stark scowl, I can't just get rid of it."

"Well there is a chance we are about to make a huge discovery, try to at least act happy about it."

"There's a more likely chance it's nothing."

Yara rolled her eyes at the statement, "always a pessimist. All your years traveling and you never learned to have fun? I know for a fact the Braavosi have excellent drinking games."

"Sadly I didn't do much drinking with my time here."

"Yeah, yeah you were too busy murdering people. At least humor me a little and pretend to have a good time? I'm sure there's a little fun left in you."

"Fine," Arya said with a sigh before chugging the rest of her wine. "Happy now? You've gotten me drunk two nights in a row." She had to admit, having the alcohol to dull herself was nice. It was like a switch in her brain flipped and suddenly she didn't have hundreds of things to worry about.

Yara cheered at this, "yes! More, more! I want to hear more stories of your time away. I'd share some of mine but they aren't exactly suitable for the dinner table." She let out a hearty laugh.

Arya raised an eyebrow at the statement, curious what she meant by it. Rather than question it, she decided to stop fighting and give in. So she refilled her cup and drank some more before falling into a story about her time watching the actors troupe in Braavos.

The night was pleasant despite her initial reasonings to stay away from the dinner hall in the prior month on the ship. Men came and went as the night went on. Most people were drunk and talking loudly amongst large tables. Arya had shifted from telling Braavosi stories to tales of her childhood in Winterfell. The stories of pranks she would pull on her sister and brothers. Yara shared a few she used to do to Theon before he was sent away to live with the Starks. It was the first time Yara willingly talked about her brother and there seemed to be fondness in her voice as she recalled the memories. The wine was probably to thank for that.

Before she knew it, the room was empty apart from them and a few men who had passed out slumped over the tables or benches. The wine and food was long gone but the two girls had been exchanging stories. There was a point when Yara broke out into the Meereenese anthem when Arya tried to call her bluff when Yara said she spent time in the great pyramid of Meereen while Daenerys ruling over the city.

This time it was Yara to yawn and give up for the night. "I suppose it's well past time I retire to my cabin." She stood, and Arya wasn't positive, but she could have sworn she saw Yara lose balance as she got up but she decided to let it go.

"Aye, I am spent," she wasn't in great shape either. The wine was mostly warn off but the need for sleep was strong enough to knock her out where she sat.

Yara must have noticed she wasn't moving and reached out a hand. "Come, you can stay in mine again. You can't be passed out in the dining hall like them," she nodded to the few men. "That would be an awful awakening in the morning."

Before she would have refused instantly, but she was starting to become fond of Yara and was grateful to sleep in a soft, warm bed again even if it wasn't in the fresh air. She took Yara's hand and the two of them made their way across the ship.

Once inside the room, Arya let go of Yara's hand. She didn't even realize she was still holding it and could feel her cheeks get hot. Yara must have noticed because she thought she saw a slight smirk on her lips.

Yara crossed the room to check the porthole for their progress. "Tomorrow, she should be close enough to see what is actually out there. Nothing to do now but rest."

"Right," Arya gave a nod before moving to sit on the edge of the bed and began removing her outer clothes. As soon as she lay on the bed, she could feel sleep trying to take her away.

Yara joined her in the bed blew out the lamp before turning to face Arya. "You can actually be a little fun, Stark. It just takes quite a bit of alcohol to get you there."

Arya laughed and shifted under the heavy furs to look at her. "I'm sure that isn't the first time those words have been uttered." It was Yara's turn to laugh. She then leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss on Arya's lips before turning over to fall asleep.

This took her by surprise, sure she had kissed many people in her life. But mostly it was her parents or siblings, only a few times was it someone else that she actually enjoyed. It was customary in some places to kiss hello and goodbye, yet Arya couldn't stop thinking about it until she too was taken away by sleep.


A/N: hi I've gotten a handful of favorites and reviews so I figured if some people were reading this, I should keep writing. Thank you to everyone who has followed or reviewed, I enjoy the validation. Please to continue to let me know what you think and I'll try to have the next chapter out soon!