Dream I ❄ video/action

[branstark]

[The video feed opens on a young boy sitting with his back to the carousel, staring curiously down at the device. His bright eyes blink, and he reaches up a hand to brush at the fringe of his auburn hair, grown long and a bit unruly. Strong, dark brows furrow, and his freckled nose wrinkles. He shakes his head and sets the device aside, offering a view of his outstretched legs.]

Meera? [A pause.] Jojen?

[He sighs.]

Summer? Summer, to me.

[Snuffling is heard, and the sound of paws scrabbling on pavement. And then a paw falls on the device, and the recording clicks off.]

[ooc: So uh, this child who looks like he can't be more than ten kind of can't, uhmm, walk. So someone might want to help him out.]

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[branstark.livejournal.com]

[He takes the water bottle and stares at it in wonder for a moment. It's just as odd as everything else here. But water is water, and this man seems nice, so he'll trust it. He takes a long drink.]

I don't want to be any burden. But-- bread, maybe, if you have got any.

[yesimagenius.livejournal.com]

[Reid shakes his head at Bran.] It's not a burden. I'll make us both sandwiches. [He starts to ask if Bran likes peanut butter and jelly but remembers that he probably won't know what they are.] I'll be back in just a few minutes.

[branstark.livejournal.com]

All right. I'll wait here. [It's not like he could get very far even if he meant to. The word 'sandwiches' confuses him a little, too, so he waits curiously to see what that might entail.]

[yesimagenius.livejournal.com]

[Sort of why Reid is waiting on him. He disappears for a few minutes and comes back with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along with glasses of milk. He hands one plate over to Bran and sets the milk on a nearby end table.]

How old are you, Bran?

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Milk is familiar, so he'll give that a go first. It's pleasantly cold, so he downs half of it in one go.]

I'm nearly ten.