first dream. video -> text. | unlocked

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[ 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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it's okay! ;w; video

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[ bran's eyes are noticeably wide when he turns on the video feed; his sister has only been an occasional feature in his dreams, not a walking, talking person. ]

The castle called Caer Glaem, where they've had a feast.

<333

[aliased]

[ arya, undoubtedly, looks the same as she always has to him. her face is a little dirty (as usual) but her hair is still long, it had yet to be chopped off by yoren. she can't help the smile that curves her lips at the sight of him. absence makes the heart grow fonder.]

I will come for you. [ well, okay, jon and she will come for you, bran.] We're far away but I will get there fast. Nymeria too.

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You have Nymeria? [ summer's head lifts up from the video where he's curled beside bran--he looks up, regards the locket, and then lays his head back down. ] All right, I won't...go anywhere, I'll be here.

[ not that he can. in a quiet voice, bran asks-- ] Is it true that Father was here?

[aliased]

[ she nods at his question, although nymeria looks smaller than both ghost and summer because technically, she is much younger.

however, bran's question throws her. for a moment, she might look cross. who would tell him? why would they? it didn't matter anymore. their father was gone now. gone for good.

she looks away, her own voice strained from emotion and quiet as she tries to hide that.]

Yes.