Arya’s Boys ↳ Arya’s whole storyline is based upon forming really close attachments to people and then them getting wrenched away from her. It kind of mirrors that in real life, doesn’t it? ~Joe Dempsie~
Random Arya Facts || she is left handed ↳ Arya took her right hand off the grip and wiped her sweaty palm on her pants. She held the sword in her left hand. He seemed to approve. “The left is good. All is reversed, it will make your enemies more awkward.” ~aGoT~
The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes . “I see you,” she whispered. “I see you, wolf child, blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death.” She began to sob, her little body shaking. “You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall. I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!” ~Ghost of the High Heart; A Storm of Swords~
Random Arya Facts || owns a sword named Needle ↳ Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of it’s people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister”, she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes. The gods wanted me to have it. Not the Seven, nor Him of Many Faces, but her father’s gods, the old gods of the north. The Many-Faced God can have the rest, she thought, but he can’t have this. ~AFFC~.
↳There is light and darkness in all of us. Darkness is part of our soul that is irreparably damaged by the very trials and tribulations of life. We are what we are because of it, or perhaps in spite of it. But, truly, darkness is simply a piece of a whole, neither good nor evil unless you make it so.
Random Arya Facts || she is a powerful warg or skinchanger ↳ In ASOS whilst traveling, Arya experienced dreams where Nymeria attacks Iggo of the Bloody mummers and his companions and kills them. Through her warg bond with Nymeria, Arya find’s Catelyn Stark’s body in the river. She drags her to shore and tries to wake her. In AFFC, even when she was as far away as Braavos, she has wolf dreams at night where she leads a great pack in the forest. In ADWD, Arya learns of the first snow falls in the Riverlands and sees Nymeria and her pack feasting on a shepherd, his dogs and his flock. Having lost her eyesight, she used the knowledge gained by warging into a cat to impress the kindly old man, telling him that she knows that it has been him who has been hitting her.
“These are for you!” Arya declared proudly, a large, toothy grin on her face.
“What are they for?”
She shrugged indifferently, sparing the purple and green petals a glance. “I just thought they looked pretty and picked some for you.”
Ned smiled softly at her and drew her into his arms, feeling her grin stretching against his neck in a way he did not believe possible.
“Thank you Arya.” She tightened her arms around his neck.
“I love you, Father.”
“I love you too, sweetling.” He murmured and kissed her temple lovingly.
Ned squeezed Arya to him for a moment longer before gently pushing her back, his hands still on her arms.
“Off you go. Take a bath before your Septa sees you.”
Arya quickly planted a kiss on his bearded cheek and ran off. The purple flowers were Poison Kisses and were not exactly the best flowers to gift someone, but Ned would never tell her that. He just watched his little girl blunder happily up the stairs with a wistful smile on his face.
It was a memory Ned Stark saw pass before his eyes before the King’s Justice hacked his head off with his own sword in front of his daughters and all of King’s Landing.