Hey people sorry it's been a while since I last updated last but it took me forever to finish Dance! A week! That is an extremely long time for me, equivalent to about a month. But oh well, the show must go on! Enjoy!

Standing amongst several men huddled around a tree stump, she still looked a lady, even amidst the dirt and trees and the dead animal not five feet away from her. Some things never changed. Although some did.

"All of you," Sansa said sharply "go and make sure they were not followed. Quickly!" The men all hurried off to obey her orders. She turned and looked at Arya, her face curiously blank.

"Where have you been?" Arya asked.

"The Eyrie"

"You're lying."

"Not entirely."

"Tell me."

"My little sister has become an interrogator now, has she?"

"No."

"Who are you then?"

"No one." She could almost hear the kindly man's voice in her head, saying liar.

"I see Arya Stark."

She did not know how to reply to that, so she just turned on her heel and stomped away, not having gotten the answers she wanted. Her first meeting with her sister after over five years hadn't gone exactly as she had expected, but Arya didn't care. She had her sister back.

The sounds of men breaking camp awoke Arya the next morning. Eventually they were all able to break camp and go on their way. She was given a horse to carry her, but that was all.

"Where are we going?" Arya asked the man riding to her left.

"King's Landing." He replied brusquely, and he would not say another word.

Riding up to Sansa gave her very little time to contemplate what to say to her next, so that she was at a loss for words once she finally reached her.

"Yes?" Sansa said slowly. How did you know where I was? Where were you really? Why are you surrounded by knights and heading towards King's Landing? All of those questions and more popped into Arya's head, but all that came out was a small, scared-sounding "I thought you were dead."

She thought she could see the ghost of a smile on her sister's mouth, "I am right here. Unless I am a ghost, you must have been mistaken." They rode on in silence for a while.

"What happened to you after we were separated? Tell me the truth; I'll know if you're lying." Arya asked suddenly, loudly.

For many moments Sansa was silent. Arya began to think she would not answer her, when she spoke. "I left with Lord Baelish to the Eyrie, it is true," she said softly "but I have not been there for several years. He died my hair and I posed as his natural born daughter, Alayne Stone. I left, after I learned that he had poisoned Sweetrobin. That was why his fits grew worse.

"But when I tried to leave, Lord Baelish stopped me. He said I could not go. He tried to grab me and carry me back, but I fought him. He fell, and is now burning in whatever hell he was sent to. I left the Eyrie, hired these 'wonderful' sellswords, and have been looking for you ever since. I knew the Lannisters would have a tough time killing you. Now tell me: what happened to you?"

Arya spilled her whole story, not even bothering to exclude the many kills she had made in the past years. "…and when I woke the next morning in the ship, the blindness caused by the drink the kindly man had given me was gone." She concluded.

"Ah, I see we both have had grand adventures. I used to dream of having such adventures, only at the end a dashing knight in shining armor would save me."

"You must be my knight in shining armor, then."

"Ah, then you will have to get your king to knight me."

Two sellswords approached Sansa and Arya, dragging behind them another man.

"He killed 'im. Me best friend! In cold blood! I demand that he be hung," one of the men said haughtily. Sansa gave him an ice-cold look.

"If you would have this man dead, let it be at your own hands," she said slowly. "If you cannot kill him yourself and hear his last worst, then it may be that he does not deserve to die." The man turned to walk away, but she stopped him. "And one more thing," she said in a deadly voice "you must never presume to demand anything of me ever again. Do you understand?"

He gulped, eyes wide as he replied "Yes m'lady."

She is like iron, Arya thought, but covered with velvet. She has changed since those days when we were children. But so have I.

A small figure was spotted riding toward the company. No one would explain to Arya who it was and why they just ignored the small person as he rode straight into the camp. He rode right up to Sansa and Arya, and finally shrugged off his hood, revealing curly auburn hair and bright blue eyes. He looked like a younger, male version of Sansa.

"Rickon," Arya gasped "you're alive! And wait…. You were the boy who brought me food! You told me to wait! You knew they were going to save me? And you didn't say anything!" It irked her that everyone seemed to know so much that she didn't, even her younger brother. He was very small, like Arya, but that was where the resemblance ended.

"Where is Shaggydog?" Sansa asked, both of them completely ignoring Arya.

"He's off hunting somewhere over there." He gestured vaguely to the left. He looked to Arya. "Where is Nymeria?" She was ashamed. In all of the excitement and chaos she had completely forgotten about her direwolf.

"Oh Gods…" She said "I expect she's chained up in the castle somewhere, keeping everyone up with her howling."

"I'm glad I'm not there." Her youngest brother said "She does have a dreadful singing voice." Sansa agreed

"You know," Arya said thoughtfully, "I think this is the first time all of us Stark children will have been together since Jon Arryn was murdered."

"We aren't children anymore." Sansa said, "Well, except for baby Rickon here." She ruffled his hair.

"Hey!" He protested indignantly, "I am almost a man grown!"

"You aren't even as tall as me" Arya pointed out.

"Shut up" he muttered good-naturedly, blushing and sticking his tongue out at her, and Arya did the same back while Sansa laughed.

Well, that's it really. Don't worry; they'll finally reach King's Landing in the next chapter!