Road to Honeyholt

[The Smith]

"We are all home Nymie, why would you leave?" Ayrton replied, "Well unless, you know ma and pa were worried about finding a husband for you or something."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Are they?" Nym asked a little worried

[The Smith]

"Of course why else would they send you to foster at the Hightower." Ayrton leaned over and mussed her hair.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Nym's hair was a complete mess now anyway so his mussing made no difference.

"Because you couldnt be trusted to go." She said, then laughed. "Sorry Mariya, we are leaving you out."

[Marie]

"It's alright. Ity's fun listening to you two," Mariya said. "It shows me what I might have had, if things were different."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Have Ayrton if you want." Nym offered.

She grinned at them both.

[Marie]

Mariya laughed.

"Alright. I never had a brother."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"You can have any of mine."

Nym announced as if producing a great gift to Mariya

[Marie]

Mariya burst out laughing.

"One would be enough. Which do you most wish to be rid of?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

Nym thought for a while

"I think after today we can decide the one you can take." She said diplomatically.

[Marie]

"Haha, alright. I might end up hating them all," Mariya teased.

[The Smith]

They arrived at the gates and rode into town.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Nym looked round with a slight wrinkle in her nose. She always forgot that this wasnt a great place for climbing.

[Marie]

Mariya looked around at her companions.

"It's nice to actually be somewhere that's not Oldtown, even though I love it," she remarked.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Nym giggled.

"Honeyholt is not big, but its home." She said.