The smell of the fresh salt water lake down by docks which was accompanied by the gentle cool breeze of the winters morning, blew through Aryas peculiar white locks. The mid morning sun shining down barely showed, as it hid behind the clouds of the day. Arya Uhtredsdottir stood upon the wooden balcony that overlooked her home of Coccham as her elbows layed rather restless upon an old oak wooden beam of the balconys ledge. The coarse material that made up her pale blue strap dress coated with a white undergarment underneath seem to itch more then usual.
Her fingertips lightly scratching away at an old piece of wood, her hazel green eyes locked onto the ten foot tall double door gate that led out of the compound in which she called home. She was waiting for someone. The cool winter breeze allowed the girls sallow yet deep breaths to be blown out like a puff of smoke, but the cold never seem to bother the girl, in fact she enjoyed it. It was odd but then again so was the young lady.
"He will return soon Arya best not to worry yourself." A thick Scandinavian accent spoke snapping Arya from her thoughts. Turning her body around the girl locked eyes with Gisela, her father's wife, holding a rather small infant within her arms.
The woman wore a light summers dress that copied the same colour in which the sky was, accompanied with a white undergarment that coated her arms and body protecting herself from the cool winters air. The girls bright blue eyes rolled into the back of her head as her arms folded across her chest.
"He has never been this late, they should have returned by now." The girl stressed, her eyes briefly flicking back to the gate almost as if she hoped that in that moment it would open. Gisela understood her worry.
Arya wasn't always like this when it came to her father. In the months after the two first met Arya failed to even acknowledge the man as her family or even a person. It was Gisela that appealed to Aryas better nature and helped establish a relationship between the father and daughter. Gisela had taken a likely to Arya right away - which was unheard of and of a surprise. Taking a motherly role to your husbands bastard was something most women would never image doing, but for Gisela, she took in the motherless child without a second thought.
"And they will – but standing here looking towards those gates is not helping anyone and will not quicken their journey." She said in reassurance. Arya knew better than to argue with the woman so she held her tongue. Gisela smiled seeing Aryas silent agreement as she neared to stand upon the girls left.
