As Arya crossed the yard to the bathhouse, she spied a raven circling down toward the rookery, and wondered where it had come from and what message it carried. Might be it’s from Robb, come to say it wasn’t true about Bran and Rickon. She chewed on her lip, hoping. If I had wings I could fly back to Winterfell and see for myself. And if it was true, I’d just fly away, fly up past the moon and the shining stars, and see all the things in Old Nan’s stories, dragons and sea monsters and the Titan of Braavos, and maybe I wouldn’t ever fly back unless I wanted to.
Like catching a hurricane in a butterfly net.
and I am more than this frame, I feel hurt and I feel shame
I just wish you would feel the same.
and I am more than these bones, I feel love, I feel alone
I just wish you would come home.
certainly other parts were still only waiting
for something to happen, something grand