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"Lord Stark, you called for me?" Zipporah asked meekly as she entered his receiving room. It was just as she had remembered it. The Lord stood by the fireplace, having his shadow cast across the floor, the darkness gave her an intimidating chill down her spine. Choosing to ignore any feelings of inadequacy, Zipporah moved closer to her soon to be lord father. He regarded her with a guarded smile.
"Sir?"
"Lord." He corrected and continued, "Aye, Lady Zipporah, I've called you here to see if we can make sense of everything you have seen."
"I feel you Sir.l, I mean, my Lord. When it comes to these visions, I think I've established a series of events. A homely bird attacks another, it looks older. Lion attacks the little wolf cub. Then there's a pause in time, maybe the attack is a mystery? Not sure. Then I've seen a small hand stroking a bird, as if praising it. Then the same bird attacks the antler animal. Then the wolves fight the lions."
Lord Stark silently thought over her timeline. To him, this would be future events. The lions would have to be in Northern Territory or visa versa. The Stark's would not be traveling south anytime soon. They simply did not belong in those lands.
This means that Robert Baratheon would be choosing to travel north at some point in the future.
"My Lord, Lord Arryn is married to Lady Stark's sister, right? She's not as attractive as Lady Catelyn...but what if she's good at playing games? Could she be the bird attacking the older one? And wouldn't that be Lord Arryn?"
Zipporah wasn't even sure if what she had said made any sense at all, but the words had simply come to her. She felt like she was playing a role in a huge conspiracy hologram.
There had to be a reason the force was showing these things to her. Granted, she had started to make preparations---gathering weapons, creating an outfit worthy of battle, and readying the young Stark's for defense.

"Aye, I shall be sending a raven to Lord Arryn concerning these things. Thank you Lady Zipporah, you are dismissed." Bowing slightly, Zi moved to leave. It was midday and if she played her cards right, she could avoid Lady Stark and watch the boys practice their sword fighting. As she moved silently through the halls, she made a pit stop in her room for two reasons. First, she needed her dual fighting blades, just in case the opportunity arose for her to fight. Second, Vader was calling to her. He wanted out and about.
"Well, let's go Vader, we've got a battle to watch." The young cub seemed to nod and moved along side her, keeping watch.
Zi was surprised at how easy it was for both herself and Vader to make it to the yard without being caught. Robb sensed her and glanced at her---rewarding her presence with a broad smile. Jon simply nodded at her while Theon glowered. Vader hissed at the Kraken and moved closer to Zi.
Sir Rodrick addressed her, "Lady Zipporah, is this the promised time you'd grace us with your fighting abilities?"

The three boys looked at her expectantly. Would she say yes or no? Robb would not be happy with her fighting. He was protective of her; and she understood his reasoning, but fighting was a part of her. Zipporah knew she'd be bit rusty, but she needed the practice.
"I'm in a dress, Sir." The Master of Arms chuckled and pointed to the boys' washing quarters, "I believe there's spare pants and shirt from the boys." They expected her to dress in one of the boys change of clothes. The notion was somewhat gross, but it had to be done.
"Alright, if you insist. Vader stay with Robb." The cub moved to stay beside his future master. Robb murmured compliments to the young one causing him to purr with contentment. Meanwhile, Zi easily lost her dress and changed into the pants and shirt. Quickly, she placed the blade holder over her shoulders and put the blades into their respective places. Re-braiding her hair, Zipporah double checked her appearance for propriety.
While she didn't care, she knew Robb would. The pants were a bit snug on her butt but that could not be helped. The shirt covered everything, and she thanked her lucky stars that Gwen had allowed her to wear her camisole under her dress today. Extra coverage.
"May the force be with me." She whispered as she set out to rejoin the boys. A low whistle sounded from Theon sending Robb into a brooding mood.
"Sir Rodrick, may I kick Theon's ass?" She yelled across the yard, no longer caring to act like a lady. It was on. If Robb wouldn't teach him a lesson, she would.
"Aye. He's due." The master consented as Theon stalked to the designated area, Zi stopped to stand in front of Robb. She simply looked into his eyes, pleading for him to be the sight she did not have.

I need your eyes my wolf. Do not brood yet. I will have my revenge.
You should not have the need for revenge.
Yet here we are. Let me do what I do best.
That is?
Make lil boys cry for their mommy.

It was easy for her to take a spot opposite of Theon. He held his live steel blade in his dominant hand and a shield on the other arm. Zi revealed her blades and took her stance. She'd allow him to make the mistakes. It was something the majority of teenage boys seemed to get wrong, save Robb and Jon. Both were patient fighters.
Theon charged her, and his sword was greeted by the two blades. Theon smirked at her, he knew he was stronger, but Zi knew he was slower. He pushed against her, but she did not give an inch. Closing her eyes, she summoned the force and used it to push him back. His face revealed surprise, but he did not relent. Moving against her again, the blades clashed. Both were locked in a glare contest. Waiting for the opportune moment, Zi eased her stance and allowed him to put more pressure on her. Sensing his imbalance, she sent him a grin and then twisted out of the hold. With impossible speed, she was behind him and easily sent a kick into his back causing him to stumble away. Sensing his temper, she grinned at him and motioned for him to come at her. He foolishly gave in and ran at her again. She stepped out the way and sent a slash across his back, barely grazing the skin. If she had wanted to hurt him, he'd be dealing with deeper cuts. She effortlessly landed a punch to his eye. He grunted in frustration. Rodrick intervened, "I believe Theon is finished for the day. Well done, milady."

She bowed to both men before sheathing her blades and returning to her place beside Robb who seemed to be proud of his wife to be.
You went easy on him.
Of course, he's not trained to fight the same way.
Will you teach it to me? If what you have seen is true, I want to be ready.
Alright, will your Father be okay with a girl teaching you combat?
Even if he wasn't, I would not let that halt me. I must be able to protect my family.
When would you like to start?
Now?
Zipporah nodded and stood across from him, "First, you need to loosen up. Stale fighting is for the old."
Robb closed his eyes and released a deep sigh. His muscles relaxed as much as they could. Theon watched from the other side of the yard. Jon had joined him, "You were beaten by Robb's future lady wife."
"That is not a lady." Theon muttered with contempt.
Jon shrugged and replied, "Maybe she's not, but she's Robb's match."
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