Arya had finally made it back to the place she never thought she would return to in a lifetime, Winterfell. Upon arriving, some thing seemed familiar while others were different, with the crypts below containing all the previous Starks being the same, while Sansa being the lady of Winterfell being one of things that was different. However, she would have to get used to it with the majority of their surviving family being at one place, however she was finally happy that after so long she could call this place home again. As she returned to her room, she noticed a strange vial on her table, catious due to her training and hard life, she sniffed if for any signs of poison. Finding none, she drank the contents, which had a rather fruity taste to them, which was uncommon for drinks unless it was the wine of lords and ladies. After a bit and fiddling with Needle, she felt off, as if Needle felt somehow bigger in her grasp, with the rest of her clothes feeling not as tight as before. Sudenly, she felt like she was falling from a great height as Needle left her grasp. As she hit the ground, she felt something descend upon her, thinking it was just the covers from her bed, she pushed through them only to realize otherwise. When she popped out, she saw Needle on the ground before her, however the most daunting aspect was that it was huge, or she was just small. As the though crossed her mind, she realized she was not wearing any clothing and that it was all around her in a pile. With being the size of one of Sansa's dolls, she had very little time to collect herself when she heard a knock on the door. The knocking was coming from none other than...
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