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[sansaisms-moved]

ARYA STARK and SANSA STARK wanting to call themselves after their mother.

“Cat.” He considered. “Yes. Braavos is full of cats. One more will not be noticed. You are Cat, an orphan of…” — Arya II, A Feast for Crows.

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“Catelyn? A bit too obvious… but after my mother, that would serve. Alayne. Do you like it?” — Sansa VI, A Storm of Swords.

[stormborns]

GAME OF THRONES 7.07, The Dragon & the Wolf

[baelontargaryen]

asoiaf quotes (3/?)

[Bran] saw no more of his father, nor the girl who looked like Arya.

[daughterofthenorths]

ACoK, ARYA II - AGoT, ARYA I - ASoS, ARYA II

[bookhousestark]

ARYA STARK APPRECIATION WEEK 2025 ↳ Day 6: Nature and the Animal Kingdom

 "When we were crossing the Neck, I counted thirty-six flowers I never saw before, and Mycah showed me a lizard-lion."

Dense thickets of half-drowned trees pressed close around them, branches dripping with curtains of pale fungus. Huge flowers bloomed in the mud and floated on pools of stagnant water, but if you were stupid enough to leave the causeway to pluck them, there were quicksands waiting to suck you down, and snakes watching from the trees, and lizard-lions floating half-submerged in the water, like black logs with eyes and teeth. None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father.

Sansa I, A Game of Thrones

She had Ned's long face, and brown hair that always looked as though a bird had been nesting in it.

Catelyn VII, A Clash of Kings

He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird's nest. 

Jon XIII, A Dance with Dragons

And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I'll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

"I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns." "Nice, though. A nice oak tree." He stepped closer, and sniffed at her. "You even smell nice for a change."

Arya IV, A Storm of Swords

The green water was warm as tears, but there was no salt in it. It tasted of summer and mud and growing things.

Arya rolled headfirst into the tunnel and dropped five feet. She got dirt in her mouth but she didn't care, the taste was fine, the taste was mud and water and worms and life.

Arya IV, A Clash of Kings

The mud was nice between her toes, and she liked to feel the earth underfoot when she walked.

Arya V, A Clash of Kings

Arya looked up at the fleshless dead in their wet rotting clothes and said her own prayer. Ser Gregor, it went, Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei. She ended it with valar morghulis, touched Jaqen's coin where it nestled under her belt, and then reached up and plucked an apple from among the dead men as she rode beneath them. It was mushy and overripe, but she ate it worms and all.

Arya I, A Storm of Swords

[valyriansource]

arya stark week 2025: day one ➵ travel, culture & place

It would be better once they got to Harrenhal, the captives told each other, but Arya was not so certain. She remembered Old Nan's stories of the castle built on fear. Harren the Black had mixed human blood in the mortar, Nan used to say, dropping her voice so the children would need to lean close to hear, but Aegon's dragons had roasted Harren and all his sons within their great walls of stone. 

[arya-jon]

ARYA and JON + name origins insp.

[fantasyblr]

"It was very tart, like biting into a lemon. 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒. No, that was not me, that was only Arya." — The Ugly Little Girl, ADWD