Art By Juhee

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The first few nights pass in a flurry for Gendry, caught between enjoying the silent euphoria of leaving the wretched city behind and his own annoyance at Tobho for selling him to the Nights Watch. If his first words to the little orphan Arry left any impression on him, he doesn’t show it outwardly, but he can’t shake the feeling that something is -off about him. So he trails behind the group, bull helmet in hand as he watches the boy from a distance. 

When Arry stops to pluck a wildflower from the side of the Kingsroad on the second day Gendry stiffens, he couldn’t say it was unusual -everyone had their own tastes- but there was something oddly soft in the way Arry’s tears began to well with unshed tears. Tears that quickly dried when Hotpie’s teasing earned him a cold slap on the arm with the flatside of the thin sword. And for a moment Gendry fights to suppress a bubble of laughter before Arry eyes him defiantly.  

That night he moves in the shadows before settling just shy of a yard from where Arry’s sitting against a boulder. He watches as the other boy twists his blade between nimble fingers and finds himself itching to touch steel again. “Can I see?” he wonders, earning him a momentarily cold stare before Arry relents and stands to hand him the blade. It’s as light as he remembered from the first day, thin but sturdy -and absolutely covered in dirt. Grumbling slightly at the state of the weapon Gendry barely utters a word before he rips a piece of cloth from his shirt and spits on it. “Hey, what-” he ignores Arry’s protest as he’s already running the piece over the steel, long smooth strokes until the metal begins to shine in speckled moonlight. “you’ll need a wet stone and oil if you want to keep it from rusting.. wax’ll do in a pinch.” Arry stares at him as he hands the sword back, the hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips and sudden memory of the Lords daughters that used to visit the shop flits through his mind. The moment passes as quickly as it came, and Arry wanders back to his place against the boulder.