branstark | Dream I ❄ video/action

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Dream I ❄ video/action

[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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Bloody Hell, Georgie. Some introduction that is.

[All of the frowning. We've taught you more tact than that, brother. He sighs and kneels down beside him, giving the small boy a light smile.]

That we are, mate. Which is why we are the very best of rescuers in this particular situation.

[It's not about tact. It's about realistic expectations.]

We're going to get you there safe, don't worry. Now I don't believe we've heard your name, and you've heard both our ours. Seems only fair.

I'm Brandon son of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell. But I'm called Bran, usually.

Blimey! Don't blame you for the nickname there.

[Fred snorts.]

Bran it is, then. Don't worry about my pillock brother, we'll have you there in a jiffy. D'you mind?

[He'd much rather carry the boy himself than Side-Along him or any other sort of magical means. He's far too young to be alone like this and needs taken care of properly.]

[He reaches his arms out compliantly.]

[Glad Fred agrees with him on doing this the old-fashioned way, George takes the one arms and hoists it around his shoulders.]

[Ally-oop, and away they go. Fred grins just a little bit, because it sort of reminds him of hauling Ron around when they were younger. Though those were far less innocent motivations than helping a bloke out.]

So tell us a bit about yourself, Bran. Like how a strapping young lad like yourself ends up with two men toting you about when I see a lovely young lady just over there eyeing you as we speak.

I don't know how I did. [He wrinkles up his nose a little, trying to figure out what Fred means by 'strapping.' It's then that he thinks to look around for the aforementioned lady.]

Eyeing me? For true?

[George smiles and adjusts his grip.]

Of course! He only speaks the truth, this one.

Well, save for that one time.

[Or, y'know. Always.]

But if I'm not mistaken, and I so rarely am, she fancies you a rather handsome chap.

[This is Bran's shy-face.]

I'm only nine. I'm not old enough to get married yet.

Blimey, you move quickly! Try asking her out, first.

Asking her... what?

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