#g;threads

Gendry was finally heading North- well him and everyone else who had pledged themselves to defeating the undead. But he was finally going to North and so was Arya. He hadn’t been able to talk to her before everyone packed up their belongs and set forth on the Kingsroad. He had been busy making as many weapons with what dragonglass he had left before they all left for the North though he knew more would be on the way soon enough, hopefully, if the groups staying behind to mine were successful. He traveling with the rest and packed up what little he had brought with him; mostly his own tools than anything personal. One couldn’t take much on the road but Gendry never had much to his name anyways. 

They had made camp after their first day of travels and Gendry was itching to gift the spear he had crafted for Arya. They were heading towards the enemy, one of the enemies, and he wanted her to have the weapon she had wanted him to make for her. He had felt awkward asking for her around camp so he walked around looking for her with the weapon clutched in his head. He didn’t know how long he looked but he rounded a tent and finally saw the face he had been looking for. He grinned as he set his eyes on her, bringing his hands behind him so he could hide the spear for a moment. “M’Lady,” Gendry greeted, “May I speak to you for a moment.”

“Did you need something?” Gendry asked. The blacksmith had no issues with people coming and going in the forge - it was often people seeking a weapon made for them and then coming back to see the finished product - but it was less common for someone to just want to sit around in the hot forge just to pass time. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to me, incredibly hot and even dangerous at times if one didn’t pay attention to their surroundings - especially those just visiting for a short time. “You looking for someone?”  

Gendry found himself looking for Arya again but this time with sword in hand. Not something he made for her but something for him to work with as they trained. She had wanted him to pay for the spear he had made her and he was more than happy to gift it to her with nothing in return. She was his friend, his only friend, and he believed he owed her after he rejected her offer to stay with the Brotherhood. He also felt so proud to be the one that she wanted him to make her the weapon she’d use in the battle once they reached the North. But he had managed to get her to agree to training to help him rather than paying her for the spear which he gladly accepted. He couldn’t wait to see exactly what she could do and learn from who he would call the best. 

Gendry favored the hammer he had made for himself and it would be his weapon of choice in any fight but this was nor a normal battle they were marching into. His hammer was not made of dragonglass which was meant to actually defeat the undead army so he was going to have to find something else to use. He was trying to make something close to an axe or hammer for himself made with the material but he didn’t know if it would work or if he would have time to complete it before it all began. He was a fighter. Not a solider or a warrior but he found old his own in a fight with the right weapon. Which was why he picked up a sword to train with- he wanted to get better with it and spend more time with Arya, He was greedy and wanted to spend as much as he could with her; they had spent so many years away from each other and didn’t know if he would ever see her again so now they he could spend time with her that was what he wanted to do. 

“Think you got some time to teach me a thing or two?” Gendry asked, smirking at her.