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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. ]
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What Jon wouldn't give to be with Bran now, to touch his face as he hadn't done since he'd been in his sickbed, unmoving and barely breathing. He smiles and his voice sounds near as sweet as Jon remembers it, and it makes him curl his fingers tight around his locket.]
It's only Sansa, Arya and I. [He wants Robb. Robb and their lord father and baby Rickon too. He wants his family back, from King's Landing and the monsters of House Lannister that stole them all from him.] But we'll come for you. We'll leave in the morning and we may still speak, with these, along the way. [As he'd done with Sansa every night the sun dipped beneath the horizon on her own journey when he'd arrived.]
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(perhaps this simply means his siblings are alive and well in westeros.)
but bran nods his head, almost enthusiastically, brown curls bouncing with the movement. ] How far is the trip? I'll wait, I won't go anywhere. I promise.
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private video » weh that icon ;w;
Sansa said that this keep is safe, so I'll wait. [ like he has much choice in the matter. and bran knows--he tilts his head a little bit, recalling what he had felt through summer's eyes when he first arrived. ] You have Ghost with you, too.
[ he doesn't ask; he just knows. ]
private video » ahh i'm so sorry this is so late i'm the literal worst
[But not Lady. Jon goes off for just a moment, apparently to ask his questions of Stiles and then--] A day, it seems, is all we'll take. A small bit less, maybe... I'll be there. Soon.
[Soon! If you want. :)]
private video » no problem!! grad school has been killing me it's all good ♥
Someone has offered to move me to a room for the night, and a kind lady gave the names of some who would keep me safe. [ to soothe his half brother's worry, surely, but also to soothe bran's own. whoever they are won't be as good as jon would be. ] Hurry.