eachdraidh | first dream. video -> text.

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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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[ Someone else is much the same, regarding the text-dictation function. If not for the flash of video he wouldn't have responded, but the young boy reminds him (in all his manners) of his own son, and the Elvenking is more soft-hearted than many know. ]

Tell me the name of your companion and I shall send word if I find them whilst away from Caer Glaem on business.

[ she thinks she knows that face! gods -- it is still young, but older still than she remembers. and though she sits busy and fretting in troichean beinn (so so far from caer glaem) she feels as if her heart is there with a brother thought dead before lady meera came and brought hope to her family.

sansa watches as the feed ends -- her gut wrenches to see him disappear off the locket -- but then words follow. and she responds: ]

I saw you. [ frantic. almost careless in its construct. ] Please -- please -- tell me your name.

[ let it be stark! ]

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I know a woman named Meera who was looking for some boys herself, when she first arrived.

[ She doesn't ask if this boy could be one of them -- it's implied, certainly, but she will not ask outright. Not with what Meera has told her of her world, of the enemies that look for her and hers. ]

Maybe she knows who you're looking for.

[This is really the weirdest request Jack has ever seen over the lockets. And he's a pretty weird guy to begin with.]

I'm all out of long-distance boy-carriers at the mo, lad, but you've got lots of beneficient, strong-backed people in this place.
[How helpful.]

I lifted a piano once--maybe I could help you? [ Not really. Granted, he's about 8 or nine and she's 18, but she flashes a bit of an awkward smile. She could get Ryan to help, though, Ryan can definitely carry enough of that weight, and the poor guy with-- ]

--Oh, your dog is really cute. But I can help look for your friend and put you where you want if you need something?

[Jon doesn't dance around the point like his sister, he cuts to the chase, because he's Jon and she's Sansa and that's just what they do. The glimpse he got of Bran's face was enough to start his chest to tightening, but Summer and a large boy that speaks only his name... well. It's a bit of a giveaway if one looks for hope around every corner as Jon did for so long.

But of course the first time he does not rush back for the feast to search the tables and halls in vain would be the time that his brother comes: the one without legs to carry him to the safety of his own room, at that. Still, when Jon turns his locket on himself to reply his cheeks are flushed with an excitement that he barely keeps off the rest of his long, sullen face.]

Bran-- [Gods, Bran, let this not be some cruel trick. Some imagined sight. (He pinches himself on the leg to be sure, like the fool boy from before the Wall and all the rest that he suddenly feels like again.)] Oh, Bran. We aren't at the castle - Sansa and Arya and I - but I'll... We can return. I'll return. There's safer places than that, and we'll go to them. [Like father had wanted.]

[ that was bran, it had to be bran. like their lord father before him, he'd been brought back to this place alive. and that's summer, that's definitely summer. that probably explains nymeria's restlessness.]Bran?

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[It's not the wolf talking, that much is clear, and that's confirmed soon enough. The boy's odd movement, even glimpsed so fleetingly, catches Fíli's attention.]

Have you made it to your room?

[ Well, at least this young girl doesn't look that much older then him. And she's smiling softly when she turns it on. She's had enough sense to look at the other things being said and leans back on her feet. ]

If you need someone to assist you again later I can try to help.

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