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ooc.⠀ idk if this is controversial but i think in nedbert, robert bottoms (i can do a power point on this)

@dutyhnr “That,” he squints, aligning his view carefully to her finger as he peers up. “Ah. That’s the rider, he faces north toward the skies ahead.”

@wolvesblooded her gaze tilts unpwards, pool of blue filled with the reflection of the stars in them. she nods at that, lifting her own index up to point out one lone star out the tail. “and what is that supposed to be?”

The night is warm; the air brisk, wet, and heavy. He’s staying late in the godswood, observing the stars.

Mmh, it seems my reluctance must be very futile then. Unless you can think of anyone else with a mane so alike yours.

@festgrave “Meaning… should they take a liking to another? Of course not, your grace, it would be an upmost honor.”

@wolvesblooded “she feels at home, here. especially with your little sweet babe bran. should something transpire there, would be opposed to it?”

Mmh.

@Iioncrowned Watching her face, looking oh so terribly amused in his way—that very faint crack of a grin at the corners of his lips. “I’ll take it to the grave.”

@wolvesblooded . . .

Picking a few stray, blonde hairs from his surcoat.

@zebroutas As cold and barren as you can imagine. It will be time for another harvest soon, and then a sowing.

@wolvesblooded indeed. how is the north holding up?

@Iioncrowned Then I must assume you’ve taken a liking to it, no?

@wolvesblooded husband, you always appear as if you’ve rolled around on the floor of a kennel.

@festgrave “She seems a sweet lass; it pleases me to hear she isn’t dreading her stay. The cold aggravates most visitors.”

@wolvesblooded “but you did grow up as someone who believes in some form of god—old or new, doesn’t matter. ah, to family then. one way or another——my daughter helaena likes it here.”

@Iioncrowned I seem to recall someone telling me going about with hairs on clothes made it look as though I’d been ‘rolling on the floor of a kennel’. If that’s not so, I believe I’d prefer to keep them. A lion’s coat to keep me warm.

@wolvesblooded yes, why would you not?

@Iioncrowned Would you like me to leave it, my lady?

@wolvesblooded pouting.

I fear not. Judging by the coloring, you may be however.

Hm?

There was an execution this morning; a poacher turned a killer. They found him at his home in a village not far beyond the holdfast, rummaging through his belongings to make a trek south. He begged for the Wall before he died, and bled fiercely.

@weptstars “Aye, one can imagine.” Ned nods, letting out a small huff before raising his head once more and straightening his back. “These are the warm months. It only gets colder, could you believe? —You can have my click, if you’d like.”

@wolvesblooded smile was rosing to lips before eyes lit up, his drop in gaze — svelte fingers toyed at lace fabric. 𝑎shara stood quite, the cold breeze tickling at her skin. “I must say.. dorne’s night aren’t as cold as they are here. it’s still warm but manageable.”

it’s rather chilly tonight.

@dutyhnr “Overdue for an undisturbed lesson then?” He gestures up at the sky, pointing a finger to a particular trail of stars. “That’s the tail, always pointing south. You see?”

@wolvesblooded gaze turns upward, drawing a mental image of the dragon before it becomes clearer to her. “maester kym would spend hours telling us about stars and constellations, but edmure was always a distraction.” the warmth of his touch his reassuring, head leaning under his chin.

@festgrave “Our faith may be rather alien to you, I’m afraid. We’ve no temples but the trees, no shamans. It’s a quiet sort. Family though, aye, they say blood runs thicker in the cold.”

@wolvesblooded that does bring a hint of a smile to her face, glancing at the rustling red leaves above them——muttering a silent prayer. “i carry no expectations of you, my lord. only of that it would be kind to have a friend up north. someone brought up by faith too, who stands by family.”