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The journey from Braavos to White Harbour didn't seem to take as long as Arya had remembered. Whether that was because she had been a child on the original journey, or the fact that as an adult she didn't really want to be making it, she didn't know.

But all too quickly land was in sight.

She looked down at her hands as the gripped the side of the boat, forgetting for a second that they belonged to the serving girl whose face she wore. It had been decided that they would be safer to travel with her not looking like a Stark.

"How will we know it's you if you keep changing you face?" Jeor had asked.

It had been decided that Arya would wear a yellow ribbon around her left wrist, no matter which face she wore. That way Eddard and Jeor would know that it was her.

They disembarked just after dawn, and found a tavern to break their fast.

Eating, however, was not the only reason for finding a tavern. They were the best places to pick up all the news without having to actually ask questions

"I heard that the Targaryen has demanded Jon Snow bend the knee."

"Well, I heard that the North are preparing for war. They want people to believe that the White Walkers are real."

"Apparently, the new Lord of Storm's End has found himself in The Queen's bed." "Which Queen?" "The Dragon Queen's obviously. He's a Baratheon bastard can't see him being in Cersei's." "Why not? She likes to keep it in the family."

"We need to find horses and supplies and start heading north," Arya told them. "If any of this is true then we have to get to Winterfell as soon as we can."

"You need to change your face first," said Jeor. "You can't travel as a serving girl all that way, you don't know who we'll come across."

"You're right. Give me ten minutes then meet me outside. You remember how to see that it's me?"

"Yellow ribbon around your left wrist. We've got it Mother. Now go," Eddard said in a whisper.

Arya got up and walked out the front door, looking both left and right she spotted a dark, narrow alley. Finding the face of a middle-aged man, she switched it with the one of the serving girl. She then quickly changed her clothes and went to find the boys.

They looked nervous as she approached, until she raised her left arm slightly so that they could see the ribbon.

"Come, My Lord, we need to find some horses."

They were on their way within in the hour, having been able to purchase horses and plenty of dried food. Arya, going by the name of Yoren was even able to get her hands on a bow, a quiver of arrows and a sword more suitable for the disguise she wore.

The journey north was slow but steady. They stopped occasionally at inns and taverns, but most nights were spent around a fire under the stars. It was on these nights that Arya would remove her disguise and tell stories of her childhood growing up in Winterfell.

"I remember one time," she said, "when I'd escaped from my sewing lessons. Robb and Jon were teaching Bran how to fire an arrow and they'd laughed at him for missing. I remember my Mother and Father were watching from the balcony above and my Father had said to them 'And which one of you was a marksman at ten? Keep practising Bran'. So, he'd pulled his bow back and started to aim and just before he released, I fired an arrow right into the bullseye."

"So, what happened?" asked Eddard. "Did you get into trouble?"

"Actually, no. Not that time. I remember my Mother, Father, Robb and Jon laughing as Bran chased me around the courtyard. After that was when the King came, and everything changed for my family."

They sat in silence for a while as Arya thought about the family she would never see again, and Eddard thought about the family he'd never meet.

"How long until we arrive at Winterfell?" Jeor asked.

"If we ride hard tomorrow we should make it before nightfall. Come on, lets get some sleep, tomorrow we ride. Tomorrow I go home."

She was moving through a forest or wood. She was alone but she didn't feel fear. She felt eager, full of anticipation.

There was a familiar feel to the air. Whatever she was running towards she was getting closer to it.

The smells around almost overwhelmed her. How could she know that there was a rabbit den to her right and that she was approaching a herd of deer?

Somehow she knew she was heading in a northerly direction, but where she was going and why she was going there she couldn't fathom.

She slowed as she smelled the fresh, clean water of a stream ahead. How could she smell that? But a drink sounded good.

As she stooped towards the water she noticed her reflection. Arya wasn't looking at herself in the water. She was looking at a wolf.

Now Arya understood. It had been so many years since she'd had a wolf dream that she'd forgotten about them. But being back in Westeros and being so close to home she supposed it was only to be expected that they would return to her.

Arya spoke inside the wolf's head.

"Come on, Nymeria. Come and find me. I'm heading home, girl. Come with me."

With a yelp, the wolf set off again.

Arya woke with a start. It was still a few hours until dawn, but she didn't think she'd be able to fall back to sleep. She restoked the fire and listened to Eddard and Jeor's breathing as they slept. Hoping that Nymeria made it to her before they had to leave.