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[marching]

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[snownotstark]

[There was a time when Jon thought he was the only child of Ned Stark still alive. The relief he felt when he reunited with Sansa and took her into his arms-- it's nothing like the way his shoulders lighten when Arya throws herself at him. Where he and Sansa were never close as children, Arya was always his favorite. Even more so than Robb because there was never the constant reminder that Arya would have everything denied him just because of who her mother was. Because she'd be born on the right side of the marriage bed. He misses Robb, mourns his death, cherishes the memories he carries of him, but at the end of the day Robb was always his rival and the fun of childhood would never have come back if Robb had lived to become Lord of Winterfell.

Jon squeezes her tightly, and before he realizes it's happening-- laughs in her ear. The sound surprises even him. He can't remember the last time he's truly laughed.]

And you've gotten heavier.

[One more squeeze and then he sets her down on her feet.]

What happened to your hair?

[theneedle]

Well. It's been a while. I....actually could have seen you sooner, but. Things didn't go according to plan in getting me to the Wall. I cut my hair to look like a boy, so the Lannisters wouldn't find me.

[It's started growing back again, sort of, but it's still not near that same length it was back when he last saw her, though nor is it quite as short as when she initially cut it either. Still, she squeezes him in the embrace and laughs with him, only loosening her hold once her feet touch the ground again, though she's still perhaps holding lightly to his shirt as she then, finally, pauses to look at him. Even he's gotten bigger, older. Though perhaps not nearly as obviously as herself or Sansa, being younger in comparison.]