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[ on january 11, the humming of the macarena comes to a sudden and abrupt halt. it's with a hiss of a snake and the sight of a tongue in the very corner of the camera, it's clear luke isn't holding his locket. it's martha who is, but she doesn't make a sound as a little red fox curls into luke's neck and licks his jaw. she's rowdy and restless, but luke tries to smooth her hackles a little with his fingers stroking her fur. as for the man himself, he looks a little tired. ]

[ his voice is quiet, ] Uh, hey guys. [ the fox in his arms nudges him hard on the jaw. ] Woah, hey, calm down.

Look, I need to make this quick. It's getting colder. I'm not really great at knitting, but — Can anyone help me out here? She needs something to keep her from shivering.

I promised someone I'd take care of her. And — [ he meant it when he'd vowed to the black shuck he'd honour his deceased friend. and that even means doing this. ] Yeah, I'm going to need more than one pair of socks and a scarf. We can work out a trade, if you're not willing to knit for free.

[ the fox settles against him, closing her eyes. there's a quiet hiss of ask from martha. ] And if you can knit two long stockings — [ the camera shakes and luke rolls his eyes. ] And maybe four or so ear muffs — I'd be grateful.

[ and though it appears as though luke's wanting to get off his locket as soon as possible with the fox resting against him, it's all an act. encrypting a text for seelie only, he dictates his own audition advertisement for the seers of the court. please note: this advertisement lacks the extravagance of his cow advert from a few days prior. it doesn't help he has a fox that won't leave him alone in his hands. ]

( SEELIE )

THE DRABWURLD'S NEXT TOP SUPER SEER!

Are you a Seer looking for work? Want to see the Drabwurld through the eyes of High-King Ridire? Think you're strong enough for mind-numbing pain and bright, vibrant colours?

Well, maybe this is the job you've been waiting for!

The Drabwurld's Seer Agency is currently looking for a Seer strong enough to be able to handle the sight of High-King Ridire. It's a glimpse into the future anyone would die for.

ONLY SERIOUS CANDIDATES APPLY WITHIN!

Just drop your name and your qualifications, and we'll see if Tyra chooses you.

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You caught the moon?!
You must be an incredible warrior, Luke!
How did you do it? Did it come down, or did you have to go into the sky to capture it?

[ like, serious sparkle eyes. there were two kinds of stories bran always liked--the scary ones, and the ones about great heroes and knights. he never thought he'd meet one (besides his brother, of course) of the latter in person. ]

We pray to them.
The old gods watch us through the weirwoods.
Once I had spoken to them, and they spoke back.

[ as one of the very few proudest moments of luke's life, home and here, he's more than happy to open another's eyes to the very moment his time in the drabwurld began to brighten. but, after a question, of course. ]

Before we get into story time, this weirwood tree the gods of your home use to Big Brother you spoke back?

How?

It is a gift of the greensight, and of being a warg as well.
It's only happened once as I have learned to see through the trees and what they have seen.
They whisper through the winds and the leaves.

[ it's a little strange to be talking about this so openly--magic's not exactly normal in his world. but after he drank the weirwood paste and began to drift through the trees, he wasn't able to share his findings with meera or jojen.

curiously, the paste he'd consumed had tasted like blood. ]

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What the he —

You've been a tree?

[ this is hitting a little too close to home — and he's finding himself discomforted by the reminder of thalia, of how he had failed her at the tender age of fourteen. the more bran speaks to his locket, dictated toward him in words, the more confused he becomes at how different their worlds are in the technicalities, but how similar they seem to be in the general scope. ]

...I suppose so.
When you say it like that, it sounds very odd.

[ to be fair, it is kind of odd. not everybody can warg into a weirwood tree and see life and death and past and present. bran's special like that--where lord brynden is the "last greenseer", bran is his successor.

he doesn't know if he'll end up like brynden, though, a part of the trees themselves. ]

Yeah, that's weird, dude.

[ like very weird — and it's not because he was a tree. that he can swallow. that is normal in his world. it's the fact that it seems like he had a choice in it that's weird to him. ]

[ at least he got to bust out of it, though. unlike thalia, who had been stuck as a tree until he had poisoned her, seeing the band of heroes flee to polyphemus' island to steal it from some sheep. ]

Does the moon being taken from the sky sound almost normal to you, then?

Magic and such isn't very common in Westeros.
Until I came beyond the wall--or at least until I met Jojen
I had always thought it was just the stuff of stories.
But it's not! It's real.
I've had so few people to tell about it.

[ yep, totally chose to be a tree. he could be trapped in them, he supposes, but bran doesn't really think about the consequences of his greensight that often--it's the perils of being eight years old.

but we're back to the moon story. if you could see him light up, luke. ]

It sounds like a story, as well.

[ jojen's a name he's familiar with — isn't he sort of talking to the dude as he goes back and forth between all his conversations? must be one of the ones he's talking about. good to know. ]

Maybe one day you can give me the juicy details. I'm still trying to process you being a tree, dude.

[ you were a tree, bran. and your dad didn't make you one. this is very confusing for luke, considering he really does not like trees. ]

Well, buddy, it's real life.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to be the moon. I doubt Selene — or Artemis, really — would really like that. Kind of her thing.

The moon fell from the sky. The Seelie side lost a lot of power because of it. I guess we're kind of like the waves of the ocean — we're guided by the moon, or ruled over by her. The Unseelies ... They gained a lot of stamina. They were twice as powerful. Guess, maybe, they get their energy from the moon not being in place. I don't know the science.

High-Queen Solais was ill because of the moon leaping from the sky. She's the fairest one of them all — needed a good kiss to wake her up.

Anyway, so, the moon's kind of sentient. It was turning into all these weird animals and shapes — and it just flew around the Drabwurld. From the moment our High-King let us know we were in trouble, I started tracking the thing. It's a little hard when you take the moon being trapped in the sky for granted, you know. But the moon was free for a long time. The Unseelie were strong — imagine the strongest thing you know in your world being taken on by an ant. The ant's bite may sting, but the ant's still crushed beneath its foot at the end of the day.

I tracked it to a cave. Went through the tunnels, chasing this rooster. It got stuck in a corner, right near a bit of a dip in the cave. If I didn't stop running, I'd be at the bottom of the cliff — and trust me, kid, that's never fun. With a lot of help from my friends, I was able to get it. Sticky fingers kind of work in your favor sometimes, even though it's gotten me into a lot of trouble in the past.

It felt like an animal. Heavy. Warm. Cold, too. It woke High-Queen Solais up. Gave her a true love's kiss — guess her husband just doesn't do it for her — and it's now in the sky.

The moral of the story is: The moon's still a cold hard rock.

[ and luke had begun to relearn the meaning of family. instead of thinking about artemis, every time he looks at the moon he thinks of those people who quell his anger and make him want to live. ]

I would be honored to tell you -- though my story is not as impressive as yours.

[ and now he's basically just chinhandsing at his locket as this story comes through. it really does sound like one of old nan's stories, only, like his own magic, it's real.

the text function on the locket cant' really capture his wonder, but it's there. ]

That's wonderful
So the moon kissed the queen and went back into the sky?You are a truly wondrous warrior, Luke, to do such a thing!
In Westeros they would write stories about it.

[ it sure does feel like a story to luke. these types of things? they never happen for people like him. ]

Good thing the Drabwurld doesn't care all that much. I think they'd get my characterization wrong.

You could be a hero, too. You just gotta chase what you want.

[ depicting him as a noble and humble and nice guy, when he's really just a smartass and shithead. the misrepresentation wouldn't exactly make it a true story. but he's never been like heracles, his acts recorded and made into disney feature films. he's the hero of the prophecy, but how many heroes of the prophecy are there, truly? all luke wanted was to be a hero; he can't accept it when someone calls him one. ]

What's one of your favorites? I can't really say I'm familiar with "Westeros", especially when Dad's the type to probably go deliver your post.

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