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Arya Stark Appreciation Month Day 13 - Friendship

And the dark humor of Lommy and yielding and how his story ends.

“Yield,” Lommy said.

“I told you to shut up about the yielding. We don’t even know who’s in there. Maybe we can steal some food.”

“Lommy could steal, if it wasn’t for his leg,” said Hot Pie. “He was a thief in the city.”

“A bad thief,” Arya said, “or he wouldn’t have got caught.”

“We better be careful. I’ll go around west, see if there’s some road. There must be if you saw a wagon. You take the shore. If you need help, bark like a dog.”

“That’s stupid. If I need help, I’ll shout help.”

“We should yield,” Lommy said. “Just go in and yield.”

Arya shook her head stubbornly. “Anyhow, I don’t care what you say, I’m going back for him.”

“Lommy, you keep Weasel here.”

He grabbed the little girl by the hand and pulled her close. “What if the wolves come?”

A Clash of Kings - Fight

When Hot Pie began to wail, Arya whirled toward Lommy Greenhands, who was sitting on his donkey openmouthed. "You want some sword too?" she yelled, but he didn't. He raised dyed green hands in front of his face and squealed at her to get away.

A Clash of Kings -  Chapter 1 - Arya

For today's A Clash of Kings illustration, we leave Kings Landing and see how Arya deals with bullies in her fight with Hotpie.

One of the things I found annoying in the television shows is the number of scenes outside of the main locations were just second-growth forests. I realize the limitations of producing a television show, but I'm drawing pictures, and I don't have that excuse. Because of this, I made a point of making sure that Mr. Martin mentions where everyone is, and in this case, he mentions that they are walking through wheat fields and orchards.

Walls to Build  chapter 16 - he believes in a beauty 

“What do you want to feel like?” he asked her and she froze.

Chapter 5: 5 Seconds of Summer

Precious stolen moments between four friends enjoying the summer in The Reach. Ned and Gendry share a bond with new revelations about their connection.

Lommy slapped a poster on the table one morning during breakfast. They stilled as he slid in beside Gendry. He redirected the other teenager's fork into his mouth, ultimately stealing the piece of waffle. Arry, who sat at the center of the booth, was the first to react. She screamed and tried to jump up, bumping the table with her hands and knees. Everyone scrambled to catch the jug of juice, syrup, or their glasses, complaining that it was too early for this level of energy. Ed waved her down, then passed out some napkins to help clean the mess.

"We don't close the last night of their showing," Lommy began as he made his plate, indifferent about the glares he got for the guys. "It would be the  best  send-off before we head further west." He licked the syrup from his fingers, smirking as Arry buzzed in her seat.

"From what I hear, those concerts get rowdy. I don't think I'm comfortable-" Ed paused when his daughter whined. Lommy protested next, along with Hot Pie, who complained about leaving her behind. The older man glanced at Gendry, who had quietly been fighting with the blond about whose fork he'd stolen and wanted back. "There will be drinking, and the crowds tend to be unsafe for-"

"It's Acorn Hall," Arry reasoned as if that explained away the whole thing. "I never get to go to their shows, and I won't be alone!"

"They're playing on the outskirts of the carnival, sweetling. Surely, you can hear them from the safety of-"

"That doesn't count!" She bit her bottom lip, then brighten as an idea popped into her mind. "Gendry! Gendry will be with us, and he's bigger than most folks. No one would even  think  to mess with us."

The boy in question looked up from his spot beside Ed, oblivious to the conversation, and then glanced down at the poster. "Who is Acorn Hall?"

Arry, Lommy, and Hot Pie dropped their forks and lamented about his ignorance. All three speaking over each other about a.) the greatest upcoming band in Westeros, b.) how he called himself a fan of rock, c.) his taste in music needed an upgrade. Gendry and Ed stared at them, at each other, then back at them.

"It's decided, then, Gendry  must  accompany us. His level of cool depends on this concert." The blond took a drink of the other teenager's juice, knowingly stealing his friend's things to provoke him.

"We can prop Arry on his shoulders. Safe as uh fiddle, that one," Hot Pie chimed in and picked up another waffle from the center plate.

She opened her mouth to argue about another short joke but then raised her brow. "I could see the stage better without getting too close! Perfect!"

"Do I get a say in any of this?" Gendry slapped Lommy's hand away and took back his juice.

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark, Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Theon Greyjoy/Robb Stark, Meera Reed/Bran Stark, Lommy Greenhands/Hot Pie, Hot Pie & Arya Stark, Lommy & Arya Stark Characters: Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Lommy Greenhands, Hot Pie (ASoIaF), Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Jon Snow, Robb Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Gendrya Big Bang Summary:

Arya Stark was dreading her parents' party. Between the long list of her siblings' accomplishments and all the people her mother insists on introducing her too, it wasn't going to be fun. Thankfully Hot Pie has found an ad that he believes may be her answer.

He sits down slowly, never removing his blue eyes from hers and rests his bound hands in his lap.

“Hello, Gendry. It’s been a long time.”

“Not long enough.”

Melisandre gives him a small smile, and leans back in her chair, “Where is the flash drive, Mr. Waters?”

So right down to it then.

“Bite me.” His voice is strong. Determined.

He knows it’s stupid as fuck to taunt her, but it gives him gratification to watch her squirm and waste her time trying to get the information she desires out of him. Every punch, every kick, every beating, will be worth it to be able to see the fire in her eyes diminish as she fails to grab ahold of what she wants the most.