Conversations with the not so dead
Author's Notes: Thanks for all the reviews! AndKudos to Natzo for putting this idea in my head. Hope you all enjoy it! This is also a little something to cleanse our minds of that joke of a finale we all suffered through...ugh...trying to forget it now. Anyway, don't forgot to review! :D Now I'm off to write the next chapter of the main story! ;D
Rating: M; it's Game of Thrones, anything less is not Game of thrones :D
Summary: Companion piece to my other fic, the Raven's Plan. A series of conversations from minor characters perspectives.
Tomard II
He was sitting down now, in the barracks, eating his meal with a mug of ale, enjoying his rest. He was finally off his aching feet now. He sat at the end of a bench at the table, in the guards' barracks. The men nearest him were other Stark men, the visiting Manderly and Reed men were sitting as far away from him as possible.
Things had not been right since his encounter with Arya Underfoot, in the armory. Wallis was still avoiding him, ever since that day in the armory. Seeing the men treating Little Arya differently was his first sign that things had really changed. The Manderly and Reed men seemed to be...cautious with her- and not because she the Lord Stark's daughter...there was something more there. Though she wasn't treating him any differently. The little tricks that she'd always played continued. She'd gotten hellishly good at leaving surprises for him. Things going missing and then reappearing in places he knew he'd never left them. There was no way that he would ever have left his sword in the Great Hall.
Ser Rodrick had been apoplectic with rage with him when that had happened. He'd cursed him out and laid out punishment duty like nothing that Tomard had ever seen before. Not that Tomard could blame him. A guard getting drunk enough to forget his sword in the Great Hall? Yeah, that was never going to pass quietly. It had been one shit duty after another from Ser Rodrick for that...even if it wasn't his fault. What could he do? Blame a little girl? Blame their liege's daughter? And admit that a little girl had taken his sword from him without him noticing?!
He snorted, yeah that wasn't happening. He'd taken all the punishment without a word, only giving Arya glaring looks whenever he'd passed her while no one was looking.
At least the day was ending now, and he didn't have guard duty tonight...maybe go visit Ros for a bit? That last time, he'd visited had been the best yet, apparently she'd learned a few things in King's Landing in her last life. Though she was swearing up and down that she was never leaving Winterfell again, not for anything. He'd asked why, but she'd just cursed up a storm, cursing Mockingbirds, Spiders and the inbred little shit, Joffrey. Why Mockingbirds? Spiders he could understand, nobody liked spiders. And Joffrey- well fuck him, they'd have his head on a spike soon enough.
He shrugged and shook his head, women...there was no understanding them.
Speaking of women...or rather little girls. The most recent bane of his life was approaching him now. She was walking slowly towards him with both her hands behind her. She was carrying something but he couldn't tell what.
She came to a stop next to him, he glowered at her as she gave him an embarrassed smile.
"I talked to Ser Rodrick, he knows it was me and not you," she said evenly, "And he wants to talk to you, about your duties...but after you finish your meal."
He glared again at her, and huffed angrily. He didn't say anything.
Whatever she was holding behind her back, she brought it out now. It was a heavy bowl, with some sort of pie...it was probably another prank.
She smiled at him sweetly, "Consider this my apology and a peace offering. I know I took it a little far with the sword," she admitted apologetically, "I'm sorry," she finished contritely.
He glared at her again, "A little far." he deadpanned unhappily, before giving the pie a suspicious look. He looked back at her with narrowed eyes, his glare undiminished.
She placed the pie in front of him and then produced two spoons. She held one out to him, which he gingerly took. She held up her spoon and then took a spoonful of the pie. She ate the spoonful without any hesitation and gave him an innocent look as she chewed.
Still suspicious, he slowly raised his spoon and dipped it in the pie. Just as slowly, he brought the spoon closer and eyed the piece of pie. It looked normal enough- it looked like some sort of berry pie.
Arya swallowed and gave him a toothy smile, waiting for him to taste the pie.
Gingerly, he brought the spoon to his lips. It didn't taste strange, he chewed and chewed as the flavor exploded in his mouth, "Blueberry?" he mumbled as he chewed.
She nodded happily.
He swallowed it and licked his lips, as apologies went this one was delicious. He took another spoon of the pie and made Arya wait as he enjoyed the flavorful pie. This was a quality pie, like something that the cooks made for feasts. As apologies went, this was...acceptable.
He gave her a rueful smile, who could stay mad at little Underfoot? "Fine, fine, you're forgiven," he admitted gruffly.
Her smile grew, "I promise not to take it this far...next time," she stated cheekily, before turning and walking away.
He eyed her as she quietly left, taking another spoonful of the delicious pie. Yes, little Arya Underfoot had changed, but she was still Arya.
He turned back to the other men as he chewed the delicious pie, and found that this time, the few Manderly and Reed men that were sharing his table were now, to a man, very, very green faced. Many of them seemed to be gagging and retching. Tomard knew the sight of men fighting to keep from spewing. And they all looked that way now.
He scowled at them all, "What the fuck is the matter with all of you?! It's just fucking Blueberry pie!" He ignored them angrily and kept the rest of the pie for himself.
Author's Notes: He he and Arya's antics continue :D For those wondering, yes he'll find out soon enough, what all the fuss is about :D As always don't forget to review! :D