Author's Note
I do not own Game of Thrones.
One day, when Sansa was seven years old and her baby brother had just been born, she realised she couldn't remember the last time she had seen her bastard brother's siblings.
Arya and Bran acted like they were still around, and Father gave them his usual acknowledgements, but Sansa never saw them.
"Jon?" she asked one day in passing. "Where did Sara and Cregan go?"
And Jon looked all funny, like he was sad and relaxed at the same time. "They're still here, San. You just don't see them any more."
Sansa looked for them around Winterfell wherever she went, but she never did find them. Instead she spent her time with Mother and the Septa, learning needlework and house duties.
But she still felt sad when Arya and Bran babbled away to Sara or Cregan. Winterfell felt a little emptier now, and her family a little smaller.