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A blush crept over her features. She left the boys with Sir Rodrick and returned to stand by Lady Stark.
"My son appears to be quite taken with you."
"And I him." She bit her tongue at her own words. " forgive me..my lady. That was way too much information." Hesitantly, Zipporah met Lady Catelyn's eyes. The older woman regarded the young woman before her. If this girl thought she was worthy of her son, she'd have to prove it.
"Have you bled?" Lady Catelyn asked with a straight face and cold tone.
"Bled? Like a period? Yes. I've had it for three years now." Zipporah didn't understand why that was relevant.
"Do you know the important houses of Westeros?"
"I only know of House Stark, Targaryen, Lannister, and Baratheon."
"That's pretty good for being here only a day." Lord Stark interrupted with a kind smile. Lady Stark acknowledged her with a half nod. Small victory.
"Lord Stark, I pledge to learn the Houses of Westeros and anything else Lady Stark deems that I lack. I wish to learn your customs."
Lord Stark shook his head at the young girl, "That will not be necessary. You'll join Robb when he studies, and you will learn how to manage Winterfell from Catelyn."
"Ned. You can't mean that-"
"We will discuss this later." His tone had an air of finality about it. A sound of clanging metal broke the tension in the viewing area. Zi tore her eyes from the lord to her wolf. Jon and Robb practiced different moves with their swords. It was clear that both were skilled, Jon a little more tactical and Robb a little more strength. Both were quick.
Her mind replayed what Lord Stark had said. She would study with Robb and be under Catelyn. Why would she need to learn how to run Winterfell? She was a sixteen year old foreigner. Closing her eyes, she became one with the force. It was strong in this place. The light was strengthened by the honor of the Stark's. Robb's face came to the front of her mind, and then it disappeared. Her mind was flooded with images of what looked like the future. All she could make out was music, dancing, and Robb placing a cloak on her. Her mind emptied, and the vision ended. Opening her eyes, she glanced at Lord Stark who seemed to be watching her.

"What did you see?" He questioned with a concerned look. Lady Stark kept her eyes on Robb but listened intently to her Lord husband.
"Music, dancing, and Robb placing a cloak on me? I do not know what it means."
Smiling, Lord Stark stated, "We must prepare. Winter is coming. Cat, we must speak." Catelyn nodded as she moved passed the girl and followed her husband into the stone fortress.
"That's enough boys. Robb get your arm looked at by the maester." Her ears picked up on a groan from her wolf. Moving quicker than normal, she was before the boys. Both looked startled at her sudden appearance.

Let me see, my wolf.
It's just a cut.
Robb.

Her eyes landed on his right forearm. She placed her hands on his muscled arm, closed her eyes, moved her focus to the sliced skin and muscle, and began to push positive energy into the damaged area. Robb watched her focus and soon he felt a warm sensation on his cut. Jon watched in confusion at the couple. What was she doing to his brother?
Sensing that he had been mended, she hesitantly released his arm. Robb's jaw dropped, the cut had disappeared.
Jon stiffened, "What are you?"
Robb's eyes hardened at his brother's disgusted tone.
Zipporah smiled,"I'm a force sensitive person. Your father believes I'm a gift from the gods."
"You're a witch."
Zipporahs bright eyes darkened at his statement. Robb moved to her side and sternly stated, "She is a guest of Winterfell. She is blessed. Don't you dare insult her again."
Jon glared at the two but did not leave. He seemed to be thinking over what to say or do.
Zi sighed. This always happened: Division amongst families because of differing views of the force.
"I'm not a witch. I don't cast spells, and I'm not a hag." She smirked at the two. Both Stark and Snow exchanged an amused look. Jon shifted where he stood and finally conceded, "Aye, you're not a hag."
"Thanks Jon." Zipporah replied dryly with a faint smile.
"It could be worse. He could've admitted that you're a fine piece of arse." Theon chimed in as he joined the trio. Robb's demeanor instantly darkened, but Zi remained unphased by his comment.
"From him it'd be a compliment, from you it would be creepy, considering you have poor taste in women." Zipporah could smell the different scents on him. She could count at least three females.
Robb's face didn't change, but Jon laughed at her comment, "Aye, if she has legs, he's happy."
The young female joined Jon's laughter. Robb began to brighten and let out a small laugh. Her laughter was infectious. The sound reminded Robb of a thousand bells ringing together to make a sweet melody. He could get used to hearing that sound through the halls of Winterfell.
Theon glared at the three, "You lot are no fun. None of you have lived until you free yourself of expectations."
Zipporah immediately stopped laughing and snapped at the kraken, "Where is your honor, Greyjoy?"
Theon bristled and murmured, "Right where you think it is."
Zipporah dramatically glanced at his crotch, "Oh, that explains it. Nothing's there."
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