Evermore // Bran Stark

59. Oathkeeper

Arya was practicing as she always did when they stopped walking, needle flying through the air, water dancing like syrio taught her. she was moving on top of the cliff side when she noticed a woman a large woman with armor and sword.

'People coming... people coming. you can shit later! there are people coming!'

'Good morning' the woman said approaching them. Arya stood her ground defensively, her sword pointed at the woman.

'Sandor,' Amelia whispered. That was the largest woman she had ever seen.

'I like your sword' she said 'are we getting close to the bloody gate?' the woman asked

'About 10 more miles' arya told her.

'You hear that Podrick only 10 more miles to the bloody gate!' she called over her shoulder and a young man carrying all the supplies came hobbling up the hill.

'Are you a knight?' arya questioned looking at her sword and armor.

'No.'

'But you know how to use that sword?' arya questioned.

'I do' Brienna agreed. She looked to Amelia again, she wasnt wearing her cloak, her hair, very blonde hair on display. Amelia sucked in a nervous breath.

'Does it have a name?' Arya got closer putting her sword away, Amelia watched her cautiously though. She didn't trust anyone but sandor at the moment.

'Oathkeeper' she woman said

'Mines called needle' she told them

'Good name' Brienne remarked. 

'Who taught you how to fight?' arya questioned getting closer. Seeing them no longer as a threat.

'My father' Brienne answered

'Mine never wanted to teach me he said fighting was for boys.' Arya told her. Podrick stared at Amelia once he caught up. He had never met Amelia lannister but Tyrion spoke highly of his niece and her hair, dirty and oily from their travels but still that Lannister blonde. Amelia averted her eyes not liking his stare as she silently pleaded with sandor to get out here. 

"Mine said the same thing but I kept fighting the boys anyways, kept losing finally my father said if you're going to do it you might as well do it right.' Brienne told her. Sandor finally done shitting appeared behind arya fastening his belt. 'Seven blessings I am Brienne of Tarth and this is Podrick Payne' she said smiling over at him.

'Do you want something?' Sandor questioned looking from Amelia, to Arya to the very large woman.

'That is sandor Clegane... the hound' Podrick said. 'You are Amelia Lannister... arent you?" Amelia shook her head nervously.  A long moment passed as Brienne looked at arya.

'You are Arya Stark...' Brienne said looking the girl over again more closely this time 'Amelia Lannister. This is a glorious day.'

"No I'm not." Amelia corrected stepping closer to Sandor. 

'I said what do you want?' sandor spat getting his sword ready as he pulled Amelia closer. 

'I swore to your mother that I would bring you home to her' Brienne still focused on arya.

'my mother is dead' arya informed her

'I know I wish I could've been there to protect her' Brienne told her.

'You're not a northerner' Arya remarked.

'But I swore sacred vow to protect her' Brienne said taking a step forward.