While the prospect of living in King's Landing tickled Sansa Stark, it left Arya feeling conflicted. She loved her home, it was all she ever knew. She loved exploring and playing with her brothers. Despite being the middle of five, Arya got along rather well with her siblings but she had the best connection with Robb and Jon. Jon was a bastard and wasn't really her brother but they did get along rather well. He gave her a light sword before they parted ways and while traveling, she was doing her best to find time to train. So far, she hadn't had much success since Sansa would turn her head up at the idea of a Lady lifting a sword to fight, and her father still seemed uneasy about the girl's new accessory. So for a while, she had to practice with a tree but it helped her get a feel for how to hold the thin sword and move with its weight.

The traveling wasn't so bad for Arya.

She had her sword and she had Nymeria and her father. The others were easy to forget about. The constant travel and camping was taken in stride, as the girl had never ventured out of Winterfell. Sansa didn't seem as comfortable, in fact she looked rather out of place but they had to make due with whatever they could deem a suitable place to camp. In time the large group was able to reach the Crossroads Inn which was a notable place to stop while on the Kingsroad en route to King's Landing. They would stop for only a day or two but it was enough of a treat for Sansa to head off with Joffrey with a smile on her face. Arya grabbed her sword and headed off to practice, Nymeria followed her obediently.

The King and her father were talking elsewhere and anyone else was someone Arya didn't feel the need to check on. She walked around the area and found a small river which didn't have anyone around. It would be perfect. As she took her sword out and began to swing at the air, making sharp wisps of sound, a pudgy boy came over to her. "H-hi there." He said and she lowered her weapon. "I'm Mycah. You're with the King aren't you?" He asked her tentatively. Arya gave a shrug and licked her lips, not sure if she ought to be talking to a boy. He didn't look too much older than her but he was still closer to Sansa's age than her own.

"Yeah so?"

"That's a nice sword."

"Thanks, my brother gave it to me before he left." Arya said. "Have you got one? A sword, I mean...maybe we can fight, you for fun." She offered. Mycah mentioned he had a wooden one and hurried off to go fetch it. Arya gestured for her direwolf to watch in the nearby woods so she didn't get hurt. When the redhead returned, the two began to take hits and dodge. It wasn't graceful but Arya was just happy to be sparring with someone and not a stupid tree. As the afternoon wore on, she heard talking nearby and turned to see her sister and Joffrey approaching. She lowered her sword as Joffrey strode over. Sansa lingered back and looked to Arya with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment but Arya didn't know what her older sister's problem was.

"I'm sorry about my sister, she ruins everything." Sansa apologized to Joffrey nervously. "Father told you not to play with it, it's not a toy."

"I know that." Arya snapped at Sansa. "We weren't playing, we were practicing."