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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[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.

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]

[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!

[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!

[nevertame.livejournal.com]

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

[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!