eachdraidh | first dream. video -> text.

[ 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. ]

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[ ...he hopes. he hopes and prays and this is probably the stupidest thing he could have ever done. ]

Had he a younger brother?

[ you're too trusting, my prince, he could almost hear jojen telling him so. ]

Two of them. And a little sister.

[ this crawls close to her heart. and her sorrow. ned stark's departure from these lands is a fresh one, and she still grieves. ]

[ bran takes a little while to respond again, and he does so with a little trepidation. ]

Of what house are you and your kin?

[ but he hopes--he hopes, with what little optimism he has left. ]

STARK.

[ one word. emphasized. and she feel dizzy-floating-wild when she waits for the reply. like the world is tossed upside down. like she is some other girl. she longs to crawl back into alayne's skin and take refuge there in the lie.

it was easier. ]

Change, change--

[ it dictates for another second before the text disappears and is replaced with bran's face, shock written all over his features--he tries to rein it in a little, and his heart thumps in his chest, fluttering with anxiety. ]

Who are you?

[ there! again! she sees him. those eyes -- older but by a bit. older. not as she remembers him, sweet baby-faced boy. and not as she imagined him: burned; killed; gone. sansa is more adept with these lockets and she (though her voice shakes) asks the thing to show her in turn.

straight-backed. tully-haired. her eyes are almost puffy with uncried tears as she watches him -- mesmerized by his face. ]

Your sister, dear Bran. Your sister who praises the Gods that she might see your face.

[ bran stares at the video, stunned. he thought he would never see his sister again, save for his greendreams--visions of caged birds and dying wolves, left and right. it's so hard to believe, he doesn't even know if he can process it, and bran just. he just can't look away. the locket jostles as he grips it closer, as if to make the image appear bigger, to make it feel more real. ]

Sansa--this is no trick? I'm awake, aren't I?

Awake. [ unless i am dreaming too. ] And among friends if you will find them. Caer Glaem is a good place, Bran. I know good people behind its walls.

[ tears well up in his eyes and bran has to bite his lip to hold them back--little lords don't cry. his lady sister, alive and well and speaking to him! ]

Where are you? [ because friends or not, he'd rather be close to his kin--a part of him vainly wishes to be close to her as if he could protect her, like the knight he'd always wanted to be. ]

A city called Troichean Beinn. Far enough from the court -- too far. [ her voice dips into sadness. ] I'm sorry. I won't be able to leave it as quickly as I'd like.

And you're with Meera? She's been a friend to me for some time, now.[ if meera is there, it'll be okay. he just--he has to get to them, and soon. maybe if he travels through summer (but who then will take care of his body?) bran had often thought that his sisters would like meera--arya especially, if only because they were kindred spirits. would sansa have taken to jojen? bran finds himself missing the rest of his little party, the other greenseer and hodor.

still, its hard to be preoccupied when you're seeing family you thought long dead. ] Jon said he would come for me. [ a small smile. ] I haven't heard anything of lions or krakens or anything here.

I'm afraid I am far from her. She holds a city for m-- [ a hard swallow. how impossible it is to speak of inheritance with her own brother. ] In Cothromach. But I imagine the city can spare her if she wants to see you.

Caer Glaem is not far from it.

[ he smiles, then, childish and gentle and wiping some of the tragedy off of his oft-serious face, and bran nods his head. ] I'd like that.

We'll be together soon--me and you, and Jon, and Arya. [ his heart warms at the very thought--the pack, reunited, the starks together once more, alive. he wonders about robb, hopes he might appear in this strange place too, and rickon, and mother and father as well. ] I'm with Summer, I will be safe until she arrives.

Bran. [ she remembers his message. what he wrote -- about looking for someone big enough to carry him (hodor, she wonders?) and talk of being moved.

she hates it, but... ] Your legs. They'd said...tell me, Bran, how are you?

[ bran's quiet for a second--if he'd kept going, if he'd made it to the three eyed raven after all, maybe he wouldn't be here, leaning up against a post, useless and unable to reach his family, who were so close, yet so far away.

he shakes his head, and his voice falters. ] I still can't...

[ her silence holds for a moment. her heart aches. but at least he's here!

at least-- ]

Does someone come for you? [ will someone help? ]

Jon and Arya. [ bran nods his head, the faint smile returning to his face. ] Jon said he could be here in a day, even though he was far. Like magic!

We'll be reunited, soon. [ earnestly said; it's a lot easier to have hope about your thought dead family when you're speaking to them. ]

But -- no one else before then?

[ she does not like the thought of her little brother sitting alone until jon and arya manage to make it back. ]

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