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!]

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[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?

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[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. ]

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[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?

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[practiced.livejournal.com]

[ Her cheeks are red and her eyes are wet by the time she reaches him — falling onto her knees in front of him, careless of how the dirt of the ground ruins the hem of her dress. Is he a dream, some fevered vision brought about by all of her grief? It's not possible, no, because his hands feel real and warm in hers as she gathers them up, clutching them to quickly and so closely to her chest that Bran's chair jostles and threatens to wheel. ]

Gods be good, both the old and the new, it is you, Bran.

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[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Ah, and now he gets it-- he squeezes her hands and fixes her with an earnest look, hoping to calm her. Clearly this isn't the same Sansa who's been in the City a little while now, but it is Sansa all the same. He doesn't like that she's crying. He wants to help.]

It is me. How long have you been here?

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[practiced.livejournal.com]

[ How is it possible for her little brother to be so calm and so brave? He was still such a boy and yet it was he who looked to calm her and not the other way around. All of her courtesies forgotten momentarily, she tries to regain them now, wiping at one cheek and then the next, a smile finding its way onto her face, uncertain but buoyed on by his hands in hers. ]

I thought I'd been dreaming, I'd only just closed my eyes and laid down my head, but when I opened them again and rose, I found myself here. Near a— [ She doesn't know what to call it. ] —there were horses, but wooden ones, set on a track that lead nowhere but round and round. There were children on it, laughing.

[ (The carousel.)

Sansa's smile beats brighter. ] Would you like to ride one, Bran?

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[branstark.livejournal.com]

I thought it was a dream too, at first. But I woke up morning after morning, and... and I was still here. [He pressed his lips together until they go white, and then releases them.]

They call it the carousel. I always wanted to try.