So far the day was off to a good start. He woke up early and cleaned his room since his mother had been making comments about what a mess it was. Rickon didn't understand what she meant, so long as he knew where things still were then it shouldn't be a problem. Yet the youngest loved his mother greatly and went out of his way to appease her.
For the first time in almost two weeks he ate breakfast with his family since arriving home late in evening with a limp leg and a nasty bruise marring the upper left side of his face. That night his mother had grabbed an ice pack and held it against his bruise as she questioned him. He didn't answer any of her questions except for the one if he was okay. He couldn't answer them even if he wanted to. The answers will only hurt her and the pain in her gaze as she regarded him cut deeply into him. He didn't want to hurt her anymore than his actions already did. He kissed her cheek and bid her goodnight without eating dinner with his family. He couldn't face his dad or his siblings that night.
Right before his father left for work he ruffled his hair and Rickon knew that it was okay. The urge to hug his dad came at a sudden rush, but he refrained from doing so. He wasn't a small boy anymore and sadly it's been years since he has, so he simply smiled at dad. His mother was next, Rickon did not hesitate in hugging or kissing her temple and wishing her a good day at work. While heading up to his room he crossed paths with Robb who told him to stay out of trouble. He grinned as he replied, "Don't fall asleep in class."
He saw Arya running out her room and had the sudden urge to trip her, but didn't because he did not have a death wish at the moment and it seemed where ever she was heading to she was in a rush. "Be careful!" He yelled after her from above the stairs. She took a moment to look over her shoulder and smile at him as she waved before running out the front door. Once alone Rickon began getting ready for the day.
