Night Wolf | Arya Stark

Chapter Four

It has been a week since she started her journey on Serpent's Head, and with each passing day, Arya's restlessness keeps building up. Days seems twice long as normally do, she couldn't spar openly to avoid any unnecessary question. The only thing to do pass time stroll around the ship or play an imaginary game of faces with herself.

Arya gets up with a huff, tucked two daggers in her belt, stalked out off the chamber. She stops at the hall door, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and examined her surroundings. Three men back at the corner table, Captain Mordin speaking with the cook, Shorty alone in far the side table. She opened her eyes, walk through the door. Three men at the back table looked at her shortly then continued their chatter.Lana approach to Mordin and cook, greet them with a nod.

Captain Mordin gave her half a smile "Good evening Lana. I hope you fearing well this day." he said.

"Thank you, Captain. İ am well enough, though small spaces make me restless. I am not sure how much longer I can bear this open see." Lana said dryly.

"Do not freat Lana, if the gods favor us like they have been, we will be in Meerreen in two days," Mordin said.

"İ hope so captain, I hope so. Now if you pardon me I like have light supper before returning my chambers." Lana said, take the streaming stew from cook and sit in the empty middle table. Lana bite down the bread and sipped her stew slowly. Hot stew tingled her throat slightly, warm up her belly. As good as Winterfell's cooks, a thought crossed her mind. But Lana quickly dismisses Arya's thought from her mind. You are Lana from the Free City of Bravoss, she reminded herself.

After supper, she took a quick stroll around the ship and returned to her chamber.With a heavy sighed Lana on lay her bed, retrieved her book from her bag, The Life of Visenya Targaryen: The Dragonrider Queen and a small dagger. She twisted dagger in one as she read the book.

A few hours later sleep begin to claim her, she shocks her head, put the book back in her bag and dagger under her pillow. She creeps under thin furs, closed her eyes with a yawn then waited the wolf dreams come to her.

Next morning, Arya stood ship's deck, cold sea air licked her cheek as Meereen came into view. İt would take them another hour or so to make port but Great Pyramid already shines above Meereen like a beacon. What a magnificent sight thought Arya, a small smile on her lips. Then a darker thought came into her mind. What about the slaves that pour their labors, sweets, blood, and tears in making of this city. What about them. No one knows their or numbers. How much slaves had been died for this view, I wonder?

As the Serpent's Head make port Captain Mordin came near her, a pleased look in his eyes. "İ hope you had a pleasant ride with us Lana, it was an honor to accompany you here." said.

"Ah. Thank you, Captain, for your hospitality. İ hope you have a good trade here." said Arya smiling. She looks around and turns to captain "I don't see Shorty around here, I assume he is busy?"

"Yes, yes quite busy I am afraid," captain said, a playful look in his eyes, ", I've sent him down blow to check our goods. He won't be coming until noon. He hates that, counting has never been one of his better strong suits."

"Very well." Said Arya looking amused, "Captain Mordin."