Arya POV
"So, is there any reason why we are heading towards an icy wasteland?" Tyrion questioned us after we set off towards the lands of always nter.
"There is something of importance that we must find there," I replied, not wanting to give away too much information. We continued and the further we walked the heavier the snow seemed to fall. At nightfall we tried to find some sort of shelter to rest, but the only shelter that we could find was a small, damp cave. I was keeping myself busy by trying to light a fire so that we could have warmth at night, especially because Bran is in his corpse like state. I heard sharp, quick breaths and turned around to see the source of it. It was Bran's eyes; they showed the amount of pain that he was in. They were crimson and watery with tears.
"Bran what is wrong?" I shouted in panic.
"Nothing for you to worry about," Bran said while trying to smile in reassurance.
"Bran, the last time I heard of you, you were crippled. And now you are limping using a weirwood stick."
Oh Bran, what kind of deal did you make to walk? Could this be the work of the mysterious magical powers of this Red God I heard so much about.
Bran sighed in defeat, then spoke in a pained voice, "I had to see you Arya, I had to get out of that cave."
"But the pain that you are going through isn't worth it," I pleaded with him.
"I made a sacrifice for my family, Arya, and now I have finally found you," Bran responded. I don't know what deal he made but it has to stop now.
"You have to deal with your misfortunes Bran," Tyrion said. I had almost forgotten that he was here.
"Give me the cane you have found. I can help you from now on," I said to Bran slowly.
Bran paused and looked at the weirwood stick for what felt like a lifetime. Then he finally said in defeat, "Alright Arya I will try this your way."
He handed the stick slowly over to me and I could feel the warmth emitting from it. For safe keeping I wrapped it in one of my spare pieces of clothing.
"We should all get some sleep especially you, Bran," I said with a forced smile on my face. I will figure out how to continue on this journey in the morning.
Bran POV
I woke up from a nights warging through Summer looking for any dangers lurking ahead of us. Luckily it all seemed safe for now.
"Where are the Wildlings? We haven't encountered a single one yet," Arya asked me while she was packing up what little things she had into a small sack.
"I don't know. Maybe the weather is too cold this far North even for them," I responded. The winter is slowly coming and with it brings the harsher weather. We needed to hurry before it is too late. Arya left to search the cave to see if there was anything useful inside that might help us in our travels. She was gone for a few moments, while the wolves were curled up around me looking in the direction of where Arya was.
"I think I found something of use to us," I heard the small echo of Arya's voice. She pushed what looked like an old sleigh into my vision.
Tyrion got up to take a look at it. He turned to look at the two direwolves and said, "That might just work."
Arya helped me move over to sit on the sleigh. It was old, but it would have to do. The direwolves were chained to the sleigh with pieces of rusted iron chains. I heard Arya whisper soothing words to each direwolf in an attempt to calm them.
"Well, we are losing daylight. Let's try this out," Arya said while looking at the sleigh up and down. I am still feeling this sense of dizziness due to the effects of the stick but it should pass in time.