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eachdraidh2014-10-01 04:36 pm
climbed) wrote in eachdraidh2014-10-01 04:36 pm
first dream. video -> text. | unlocked
[ the video is at first, accidental--simply because bran was repeating what the fairies had told him when the locket was placed in his hands. what eachdraidh is presented with is not the face of a boy, but the snout and eyes of a very large wolf, looking into the locket as if he could see straight through it. ]
That isn't--Summer, to me-- [ the video jostles for a moment, just long enough to show a blurry, shaky image, as if the locket was being carried by someone and left to dangle. the image is of a boy, maybe eight or nine years old, with curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes. he looks surprised to see his own face in the locket, and when he lunges forward, it's only with his hands, as if he couldn't move otherwise from where he seemed to be seated against a pillar.
(he couldn't.)
the feed cuts off for a moment, before it's replaced with the text function. if it wasn't for the dictation of the lockets, bran wouldn't be able to speak with this, surely, but he watches it move with fascination as he speaks into it. ]
I seek someone who could carry a boy great distances.
My companion might have wandered off
But he only speaks his name, and is very large.
else, I would ask for help, with only kindnesses to spare in return.
I am at the castle the fairy called Caer Glaem, and I would like to move to the room they have granted me.
Thank you
[ bran doesn't like asking for help. he's never liked it, but losing his legs forced the young wolf to learn to trust people, even when he didn't want to. all he could do was hope that meera or jojen or hodor had simply wandered off, and that once he was moved to somewhere safe, he could search the castle through summer's eyes, instead.
if reached before response, bran can be found sitting up against a pillar. summer is a fair distance away, but not so far--the moment someone approaches, the large wolf steps protectively in front of the boy, ears pinned back, nose ready to curl up in a snarl. ]
That isn't--Summer, to me-- [ the video jostles for a moment, just long enough to show a blurry, shaky image, as if the locket was being carried by someone and left to dangle. the image is of a boy, maybe eight or nine years old, with curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes. he looks surprised to see his own face in the locket, and when he lunges forward, it's only with his hands, as if he couldn't move otherwise from where he seemed to be seated against a pillar.
(he couldn't.)
the feed cuts off for a moment, before it's replaced with the text function. if it wasn't for the dictation of the lockets, bran wouldn't be able to speak with this, surely, but he watches it move with fascination as he speaks into it. ]
I seek someone who could carry a boy great distances.
My companion might have wandered off
But he only speaks his name, and is very large.
else, I would ask for help, with only kindnesses to spare in return.
I am at the castle the fairy called Caer Glaem, and I would like to move to the room they have granted me.
Thank you
[ bran doesn't like asking for help. he's never liked it, but losing his legs forced the young wolf to learn to trust people, even when he didn't want to. all he could do was hope that meera or jojen or hodor had simply wandered off, and that once he was moved to somewhere safe, he could search the castle through summer's eyes, instead.
if reached before response, bran can be found sitting up against a pillar. summer is a fair distance away, but not so far--the moment someone approaches, the large wolf steps protectively in front of the boy, ears pinned back, nose ready to curl up in a snarl. ]
text;
bran is so relieved he nearly turns on the video function by sheer accident--meera's here! if meera is in this place, everything would be alright. bran could only assume that they'd simply agreed with the fairies as well, but gone to a different place. surely, if meera was here, then jojen and hodor would not be far behind. ]
Meera of House Reed?
She's one of my companions, and a true friend
Could I speak with her? Where is she?
text;
Yes, that's her! Last I knew she was in Cothromach, to the east of Caer Glaem. She has a locket as well; I'm sure she'll see you asking for your mutual companion and reply.
I would help you or take you to her myself, but I'm across the map.
text; THREADJACK
[And the hardships and the guilt of the last few weeks seem to melt off her quickly.]
Can I see you? I can switch it to private if you like.
[ARE YOU SAFE???]
video! ;w;
Can I see you as well? Meera, where are Jojen and Hodor? I searched for a while with Summer, but I wasn't able to find a thing.
video! Cuties :3
I'm afraid they aren't here. This place does not take everyone at once. I looked for you as well when I came, but has been some months, and I have had no word of any of you. [So imagine her elation.]
But much of your family is here. You can take comfort in that. [She will not mention Eddard, feeling it is not her place.
--And then a pause.] It is good to see you, Prince Bran.
video! the cutest ♥
it occurs to him a second later, though, and bran blinks, his eyebrows raising. ] ...my family? [ that's hard to imagine. the only time bran's seen his family is in death, and in passing through summer's eyes. ] Meera, that must be impossible--only Sansa and Jon...
[ they're the only ones left, though he doesn't say it out loud. ]
video! the cutest ♥
But Jon and Sansa are here now, as well as Arya.
video!
Is my father here? [ he asks it with childish wonder, eyes a little wide, smile threatening to creep across his cheeks. ] And my mother?
video!
I did not want to be the one to tell you. Your family should be with you, telling you this, but no. Neither your mother nor your father are here now, but your father was here for a time. He only just vanished a few weeks back.
video!
but, duty was important. his mother's words had it, and his father took them to heart as well, as a good and proper lord would do. ] But he was here. And Sansa and Jon and Arya--and you, you're here, too. It seems like a dream.
video!
video!
video!
video!
(he still wishes it was her, though.)
something occurs to bran, though--in this strange place, where his family lives... ] Have you met Arya? Surely, you have.
[ one of his first thoughts upon meeting meera was that arya would love her. ]
video!
video!
video!
text;
You are very kind
[ bless this stranger for reuniting him with meera. bless her. ]
This world, is it very large?
text;
It takes weeks to get from Caer Glaem or Caer Scima to the Station on horseback. Longer, of course, if you walk. But there are fairy rings that let you go to other fairy rings instantly, and those are all only a few days away from the main destinations nearby.
text;
I believe she's very far from me, but I'm unable to reach her, for now
Is Caer Glaem safe?
Re: text;
She remembers waiting in the Greenwood while others attacked, Celegorm and Grell and Ganondorf and the great bear. She remembers worrying about those sent to retrieve the Jabberwock tooth and riding through the gates, through the halls and down into the underground ruins while the castle around her burned. She remembers becoming a great shadow creature, not having any conscious idea of who Ariadne was and attacking the Seelie fortress, smashing down the gates with her great horned head and sweeping through guards like they were nothing. ]
It's a large target.
text;
well, that's not much different than his normal life, to be honest. something twists in his chest, and he looks across at summer for a moment before responding again. ]
Then, I need to go somewhere safe, until I can meet with Meera once more?
[ not that he can move. ]
text;
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[ well it does. ]
The kindness of strangers is all I can go upon here, but if you speak truly, then there are many allies to be found like you.
text;
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Thank you, my lady.
text;
You can call me Ariadne, if you'd like.
text;
I'm called Bran.
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