Dream IV ❄ video/open action

[branstark]

[Bran has wheeled himself into the square. Summer is beside him, under command to sit and stay, and is doing so obediently.

In one hand Bran holds his device, a little unsteady, while the other clutches tightly at the handrim of his wheelchair.]

Everyone is saying that today, things are different... that there are people here from other worlds. From--

[He falters, readjusts himself, takes a deep breath-- and then goes on.]

If there is anyone here from Winterfell, or from Westeros at all, I'd like to see you, please.

[ooc: You heard the boy! GoT/ASOIAF people, come and find him. This is SO VERY OPEN to everyone else, too, though! Let the games begin!]

Comments

[a-wager-won.livejournal.com]

Your lord father gave a better greeting, cripple.

...having the key to the wine cellar helped his welcome, no doubt.

[branstark.livejournal.com]

So it is true! I thought somebody might come through.

[Bran wrinkles his nose at being called 'cripple,' but his excitement is too much for him to dwell on it.]

What is this about my father?

[a-wager-won.livejournal.com]

Robert Baratheon taught your father to welcome his guests with a wine skin in one hand and a warm whore in the other.

Fine learning, that. See that you master it.

[branstark.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know where to get such things even if I wanted to, not here. This is a different sort of place.

[a-wager-won.livejournal.com]

A place the like of which your wet nurse told you, no doubt. Women always work their mouths.

ACTION;

[practiced.livejournal.com]

[ There is a young woman with red hair wandering the square, a bit haplessly, though she has practice enough to look as though she's exactly where she's meant to be. Perhaps she is not to easily recognized, what with her new gown and her elaborately-twisted Southron hair, but the scent of her is enough to pique Summer's interest. (The direwolves know their own, and though Lady has been long since buried, a Stark is a Stark.)

The animal's head quirks, an indication that there is something near, something of importance or note. ]

ACTION;

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran is instantly attentive as soon as Summer is.] What is it? [He turns his head and follows the wolf's gaze, and-- this is Sansa, but it doesn't take long at all to realise that something is different. Tentatively, he calls out to her.]

Sansa?

ACTION;

[practiced.livejournal.com]

[ Sansa dreams of her brothers and her sister; she dreams of her parents and of Winterfell and Lady. But it's been so long since she last heard Bran's voice with her own ears that she doubts it at first, thinks it only a whisper of a dream (her homesickness and longing given breath enough to speak). Still, she turns to follow it and is confounded by what she sees.

Her brother, alive, and in this strange place; Summer with him. She gathers her skirts with both her hands and forgets her poise, forgets that a lady should not run. ] Bran! [ she calls and runs to him, brushing through the tangle of strangers that separates them. ]

ACTION;

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Yes, something is definitely different-- and for all the strange things Bran has seen, he can't quite put his finger on it.]

Is everything...

Are you all right?

[action]

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

[Arya's been wandering the city, talking to people, arguing with people, occasionally remembering to keep half an eye out for Hot Pie or Gendry. But not for Bran or his dire wolf. It's Summer she spots first, just out of the corner of her eye. When she turns to look properly, she recognises him. Him and her brother seated in a strange looking seat with wheels. At first she can't believe it. Bran's dead. Bran and Rickon, and probably their wolves. She can hardly dare to believe the raven was wrong, but she'd hoped. As soon as she can take it in, she pushes her way through the crowds, intent on throwing herself at her little brother, still alive and somehow here.]

Bran!

[action]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran gasps, and bites his lip against the shock of it that almost threatens to make him cry. As much as he tried to prepare for the possibility of seeing his family again, he wasn't really ready at all.]

Arya. You're here!

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[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

[Arya clings to him tightly, burying her face and blinking back the hot tears that are threatening to spill. She won't cry. She won't. Or if she does, she won't admit it. Crying is for stupid little girls. Wolves don't cry, and Arya is a wolf.]

You're alive. You're here. The raven said that you were dead. You and Rickon. Is Rickon here, too?

[action]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran hugs Arya to him tightly, as well as he can with the strange angle the chair provides.]

I wasn't ever dead at all; we tricked stupid Theon and got away. Rickon too, he's alive and well but-- [He pauses, pressing his lips together.] But he isn't here. I didn't mean to leave him, but he just... isn't.

[wolfinthesnow.livejournal.com]

[A white wolf is snuffling around, and bounds, bounds to the other. A moment later, a deeper voice is calling]

Ghost! Ghost, to me, to-

[A pause, then. He's taking in every second of his little brother]

Bran!

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran's eyes go huge, and he takes in a sharp intake of breath. Heart pounding, his arms start working to wheel himself to his brother right away.]

Jon!

[He awkwardly throws his arms around Jon's middle, tears leaping to his eyes (which he does all he can to blink back; he's going to be strong).]

[wolfinthesnow.livejournal.com]

[Jon bends over, just a bit awkwardly, because of the chair, to press his face against the top of Bran's head. He was always a good little brother. But where is Catelyn? She's sure to see this in just another moment, to yell at him, but Jon doesn't care]

What are you-what is this chair? You're awake!

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran lets out a noise that's half laugh and half-sob. He didn't know when he'd ever see Jon again, even before he came here.]

This is a different world, they've got things like this-- it's like magic, but not. It's so that I can... [He knows he isn't explaining it right, and if Jon hasn't seen him since before he woke up, he might not even know.] I can't use my legs anymore, so a Maester here gave me this, for getting around on my own.

[He thinks for a moment, mind reeling-- there are so many things he wants to say. After a pause, he pats his dire wolf on the head.] This is Summer. He's got a name now. For keeps this time.

[nevertame.livejournal.com]

[Here comes a lion padding towards you, Bran Stark.]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran's eyes narrow, and he moves closer to Summer cautiously. In his experience, lions mean danger. Lions mean Lannisters. And they aren't to be trusted.]

[nevertame.livejournal.com]

[The lion approaches as close as it can without causing retreat. Then, the lion sits and stares at Bran. Just staring.]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran blinks-- well, the thing doesn't seem like it's trying to eat him, in any case. Still, he whispers to his wolf.]

Summer, stay close.

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[A very tall man walks into the square and looks around absently until he notices the boy and his wolf. Upon seeing them, his face lights up in recognition.]

HODOR!

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran and Summer both perk up, a smile breaking out on the face of the former.]

Hodor! [...he echoes.]

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[Grinning, Hodor runs to the little lord and his wolf, then stops and frowns, confused by the wheelchair. He points to it.]

...Hodor?

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran nods. He knows how strange it is, and he's only just getting used to it himself.] This is so I can get around on my own. A Maester here gave it to me. [He takes the handrims and rolls it back and forth a bit, demonstrating.]