The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
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Chatter rose from the grounds below as men clad in fur and armor came to greed the northern lord. His raven hair and broad back stood out amongst the gathered men as they spoke of things that were nothing more but mere mumbles to the youth who stood idly by, overlooking the crowd from a corner of the wall. Cassius, lord paramount of the north. A fearsome leader who led his men through battle after battle. Fearless. Brave. Inspiring. Many fathers and their sons either looked up to him or feared him or despised him.
To the young wolf however, he was her father.
Another round of laughter reached the girl's ears, followed by the heavy steps of men, disappearing beneath the archway ahead. All that was left were footprints and smallfolk minding their own business, and a hole inside the young Stark's chest.
Ashe had been avoiding Cassius, and she had no intention of ever speaking with him for the last few days of her time here where she was born, yet watching his back disappear with the crowd... it left a longing for the man's embrace as she sought for her father's warmth, and the courage to speak up against this arrangement- but that would never come.
Sensing the child's unease, a wet nose broke the pale pup away from her thoughts, followed by the rough tongue of the giant beast next to her. Scarlet had followed the girl (or more accurately, Ashe had led the dire wolf along to the upper floors with her to use her for warmth) up the steps and to the wall where she now resided, watching her father go about his business. Spending her day in misery while she day dreamed about what the future held.
If only her brothers were here to keep her company, she thought. She sought them out earlier but couldn't find them, only running into Scarlet whom she rested her head against. They were probably busy with whatever responsibility they had, much like everyone else Ashe wanted to spend some time with.
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2017 17:56:43 GMT by Ashe Tully
From nothing, a hand materialized. Palming Ashe’s head, a foreign presence was only justified by a familiar voice. Scarlett—whose senses navigated the deception prior---did little to stop the mysterious advance, though the young pup would immediately knew who reached for her.
“It does one well to at least appear happy in times like these,” Jeren echoed. From the shadows, he emerged, standing mountains above his younger sister who side he took to. From their vantage point, the events below were within uninterrupted view as their father did his best to control the politics of the north. Many families came to show their respects, or to revel in the division of the mighty Stark family as the youngest sub would take first stride away from their home. Many allies and enemies were made in the time since Cassius’s ascension to Winterfell’s warden and today was merely a testament to how many incompatible sides were truly involved. One reality wasn’t so byzantine, however, and that was Jeren’s perpetual love for his sister.
“And besides,” if the pale pup gazed towards her eldest kin, she’d note the smile upon his wam features. “ You’re too pretty to hold such a displeasing glare. What would your husband think?” Despite the warmth of his approaching smile, there was a certain distance he exuded. His words felt so close, yet as he started out into the mass of bodies below, it was evident his thoughts weren’t so isolated to Ashe.
Searching for a row boat in an ocean, Jeren continued to look out, searching for something and finding nothing in the process.
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2017 18:52:29 GMT by JEREN STARK
Footsteps lost in the clamour below, only his voice and the warm hand alerted her to his presence. Even the ever dutiful Scar did little to obstruct her brother's approach, knowing all too well that he meant no harm.
"I loathe to think the amount of smiling I have to do once I've stepped out of those doorways." She paused, giving enough time to cast her ruby gaze on his growing frame, his smile a welcome comfort, and yet another needle all at the same time. He couldn't understand how she felt did he?
"I knew I'd have to marry someday but I never imagined it to be with a man almost twice my age. I really wish I had some inkling as to what dwells in the lord's thoughts. I can only imagine it to be far from pleasant..." Ashe was not one to wish for beautiful dresses or fancy castles or dashing princes. Ashe was content, staying hidden in this wintry den, fearful of the unknown which lie beyond the walls. Here in the company of those she loved and trusted. Only wishing that the day she'd have to leave her home to fulfill some political role to never come. And yet here it was, creeping closer with every rising and setting of the sun, barely a fortnight since she'd become a woman.
Ashe's gaze danced upon her brother's form and to the street below for nary a minute longer before she moved to sit next to the resting dire wolf, her knees bent against her chest, arms wrapped about them as she faced the older Stark, a tired look marring her pallid features.
"Shouldn't you be down there? The lord's first born should be ever present in such important matters should he wish to learn and become a leader deserving of his position." Childishly mocking the words of others whom she'd heard time and time again as the dayys sith her brother turned to hours then minutes, then barely even a glance as he was expected to perform like a true heir more and more each day.
Ashe knew better than to let her selfishness take the better of her. But as the halls were devoid of life save for them three, she did not hesitate to be honest with how she truly felt- even if it was only for a moment.
"Will you even miss me when I'm gone?" A mumble against her skin. She didn't want to know the answer.
Outside the eye of the storm, the two merely watched from afar. Chitchat resonated from every corner, bouncing off every wall with a nigh-infinite range as more and more people arrived. The eventual wedding scheduled for Ashe and her betrothed was the most significant union of souls since their parents wedded. A cause for both celebration and concern, Cassius handled the frontlines while Jeren worked from the shadows.
“True, I should be down there, mingling with father, mother and the others,” for the first time since he appeared, a casual look was fixated on Ashe. “But then I wouldn’t be here with you,” the warmth that radiated from his smile was enough to dwarf the sun. The North was frigid and unforgiving, pelted with frost and snow that seemingly never ended. Nonetheless, in that instant--- in that moment—the younger of the two would feel the balminess that pulsated from him.
As she sat, Jeren mirrored her actions, taking the opposite of Scarlett, sharing in the heat that rubbed off her beautiful mane. Leaning on the direwolf as Ashe continued on, arched brows reflected the confusion felt within when asked if her absence would create worry.
“When you were five, you were sick--- sicker than usual,” her childhood was plagued with ailment and unexpected illness that truly limited her from existing to her fullest potential. “Mother had you bed-rested for several weeks and no one knew when you’d break your fever,” he smiled through the depression that soaked his words.
“Ayden worried the most, as he normally does--- you were probably too young to remember all the commotion he caused,”
He paused.
“I wanted to go play with Scarlett and explore the forests knew the western walls, but father ordered to watch over you,” nimble digits ran through the density of fur as Jeren played with the animals strong coat. “I hated the idea, really. Who wanted to be inside watching some sick brat when the world was there to be explored, you know?” the closer his words came to a close, the more intent his gaze became as he glared directly into the crimson of Ashe’s eyes.
“Who’d have known watching that brat would be the fondest memories I’ve ever had,” his opposite arm would reach out, moving across the wolf’s frame before aiming to pat her snow-bitten hair once more.
“I was your protector,” If she wanted an answer to her question, she had found it.
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2017 19:54:32 GMT by JEREN STARK
Rekindling of alliances. Reinforcing ties. Whatever the marriage stood for, each individual who passed beneath their perch seemed pleased with the arrangement, with mumbled words and the occasional jovial piece reaching the siblings' ears. What sort of flattery were they spouting? What sort of tales were they sharing?
Ashe returned her brother's gaze with a smile conveying her skepticism for his words, but not her gratitude for it. "Nothing new there." Her words conveying the growing loneliness she felt with every second each child had spent racing into adulthood, hers only stifled for brief moments with every secret raven who visited her window, filling her days with stories of a land down south with a stranger she'd only met once.
Did she hate her brother for being busy?
No, not at all.
But it didn't stop her from growing ever distant from him and the world around her, erecting walls with every piece of innocence shed from her fragile psyche.
His words were lost upon his sister, as Ashe could barely remember much of the past. The memories buried beneath dreams of a blue sky and the halls wherein they grew and days as dull as the barren lands that surrounded them and promise filled letters which she hid beneath her sheets. His mention of Ayden however was not lost on her, the thought of him making a fuss brought a smile on her soft lips.
As his gaze intensified, Ashe withdrew deeper, instinctively pressing into the dire wolf's side, and hiding much of her face behind her arm, ruby orbs casting away from her sibling's gold, though every so often she tried her best to meet his gaze once more, but only found herself turning away more and more.
Why couldn't she recall those fond memories?
She cast down a saddened glance to her feet until his hand found her head. The warmth of his palm, causing her to bring her head up to face him. No memory surfaced, but a familiar feeling in her chest did. Ashe gave her brother a warm smile as she inched over to his side, pressing against him as she moved to rest her head on his shoulder. "No. You're my brother." She whispered softly with eyes closed. Laughter from a time long forgotten ringing in her ears as she found solace from the bitter hollow in her chest by his side.
“Yes, your brother,” Those times, now washed into the sands of time, were but a temporary sensation. So small, so frail, her verges required persistent attention and he was meant as the armor to deflect all offends, both corporeal and beyond. Soon to be married, his title as protector would be assumed by another--- she didn’t need him for that any longer.
Memories were supplanted with experiences with each day. Despite her early restrictions, Ashe had grown into a woman capable of handling her own in this unforgiving world. Soon enough, she’d become her own set of raiment and the illness that limited her childhood would become her greatest strength. His role as her remedy would become self-assumed; she would no longer need anyone for that beyond herself
Yet, as she leaned across the narrow midsection of the wolf, embracing his shoulder as a pillow, Jeren understood one role no one could fill. His duty as brother was an everlasting charge created the instant her lungs drew first breath, no matter how weak.
His sword would no longer be needed. Her bedside would be occupied by another. Still, there wouldn’t be a time where Ashe could ever seek council or find refuge that superseded that of the eldest Stark cub. Tilting his head to gain position, the boy merely leaned down, kissing the forehead of his youngest sibling through barriers of snow-white.
“You know what?” he posed. “ It’s too lonely and dark up here; you should be in the light,” Another peck and ruffling of her pale locks would transition Jeren into full height. Moving directly in front of Ashe, Jeren’s smile grew in intensity and warmth.
“This is a celebrate after all so let’s celebrate,” a hand stretched before the future bride, palm facing upwards in a welcoming gesture.
“Dance with me,”
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2017 13:09:24 GMT by JEREN STARK
Time came to a slow crawl as she fell into the rise and fall of her brother's chest. A soothing lullaby to the youngest's ears. Once long ago, beneath layer upon layer of russet furs had she listened to the same rhythm, as she held his arm whilst the siblings slept in peace.
She would miss him ever so dearly...
"But I like it here." She answered with a slight complaint to her voice. Jeren shone bright like the sun. Blinding almost in his radiance. He was born beneath it's light and exuded it's light. People were drawn to him. People respected him. He belonged in the light. Not the pale flower who sought shelter beneath his shadow. Who sought refuge in the dark. And yet she could never bring herself to turn him down whenever he'd shed his light upon her pale cheeks.
Drawn to her brother, Ashe stood- stopping midway as he spoke, pulling back an outstretched had as a sorrowful smile fell upon her features once more. When was it that she'd ceased to tell him of her plight? When was it that she'd begun to treat him as she would their parents? Acting respectful. Never questioning them. Doing as she was told to. She shook the thought from her head.
"A dance requires a song dear brother. Would you grant me the honor of gracing my ears with a lullaby?" She bent her head and pinched her skirt, a curtsy for her beloved elder brother before taking his hand. She'd join him in song should he start a tune, seeking to keep a jovial air about them both. After all, what use would it be if they didn't spend their last days together making dearer memories?
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2017 13:44:03 GMT by Ashe Tully
Ashe was a woman of many talents, however, masking her state of being was absent. Clearly painting on the porcelain features that sculpted her soft face, the look of discomposure glistened in the light. Reluctant, stoic and devoid of true affability, the young cub wasn’t fit for the journey she was expected to travel in the coming moons. Still, she had to be. The discomforts she experienced now would be felt tenfold the moment her steed walked through the gates of Winterfell and joined the Tully in a near chapter of her life.
“It’s been some time,” Before Jeren was a warrior, he was an artist. His brush replaced by steel, the notes that formally brought joy to ears only served to issue commands and declare decrees now. Time had carved away some of his ambition for the arts, nonetheless, a passion’s fire never died, not even when submerged in the waters of reality. A flicker always remained in the heart’s wick.
Hand now clasp, the Stark would pull his sister gently into his brace, assuming a nigh-perfect form used in traditional dance. He hummed soon after.
It was low, almost inaudible beneath the brouhaha of the masses below. Seconds assisted in lifting his hum and a cadence was soon found. Ashe would note the cracks in pitch at first, though as the rust of time withered away, a smoother, soothing melody could be comprehended. Golden orbs dancing in the ruby reds of his sisters, Jeren’s bustle was only complimented by the constant stare that never faltered; his confidence in his tone and his love for his sister were omnipresent in his actions.
She’d feel her form gently swayed from side to side as the man guided the inception of their dance. “A jewel is but a jewel~” the depth of his voice triggered as he began to sing!?
“A thorn is but a thorn~”
He smiled.
“Time is fleeting…… two wolves adorned~”
He’d spin Ashe before pulling her back into his hold.
“So smile young cub, your tracks unturned…. All you’ve known is the cold ”
He paused.
“Go find your warmth,”
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2017 14:18:58 GMT by JEREN STARK
Be it an image drawn in ink or a story painted in words. Jeren had never failed to grace her with his talents even at a young age so long as she asked. It wouldn't even be farfetched to think that her love for songs were of his doing. Though true that he'd long since stopped singing for her, of the rare moments they'd spend together, it was Ashe that sung him songs keeping alive one of the many things they shared in youth.
Step followed step as the younger swayed with the elder's guidance. His hum, a dull buzz against his chest, rising above the chatter beneath their feet. Every misstep in pitch brought a faint chuckle to the pale cub's lips, doing away with the frost that had built up in her heart as warmth began to fill her chest.
Hand in hand They sung, they danced Two wolves beneath the moon
With a soft murmur, the pale wolf's gentle howl danced with her brother's tune, creating the words as she saw fit, caring little for form or rule.
One crowned in thorns One sparkled like jewels Why must they part so soon?
Softly she sung, lost to a world all of their own, the noise of the keep fading into the background, as she allowed herself to be swept away into the moment.
But what a surprise it was to hear her brother sing once more. Her eyes widening as lips parted into a grin. His voice was clearly deeper yet soothing all the same. It plucked at her heartstrings to hear him sing and brought a yearning as he came to the end of his lyrics.
He'd feel her grasp, tighten for a moment in his before Ashe would throw her arms about his waist and press her face against his chest, seeking comfort in her brother's embrace. "Jeren I don't want to leave. I don't want to get married. I want to stay here with all of you." Words she fought so hard to keep hidden, now spilling forth as in her mind, she'd find no warmth beyond the walls of Winterfell. Only a cold much deeper than the winds of winter.
She shared the kindest of words. A much lower than his own, the meaning that etched substance into her melody wouldn’t go unnoticed.
“Beautiful” he whispered, only audible to the youngest sub as they continued on their dance.
It was a perfect storm. The emotion, the badinage, the scenery -- everything culminated into a ritual forged in the fires of blood and banner as the two Starks denounced the world, only accepting one another into their realm of solitude. Once alone and starved by darkness, light fractured enduring walls that seemingly stood since the beginning and neither felt so lonely.
The tighter she clenched and the further her nose tucked into the wool of his shirt, Jeren sighed in concern. “I cannot imagine the strain all this has caused you,” the crown jewel of House Stark, Ashe—the youngest of the three- was forced to enter a realm only ventured by adults. Expected to leave all she knew, disband from her family, leave behind Scarlett, all to enter a new world, a new place and entertain new people who cared little for her. Only the weight of the entire north could rival such a mass – only overshadow such a burden.
“And because of that, I know there’s an unearthed strength waiting to surface… you’re powerful beyond comprehension,” he’d accept any pressure she wanted to apply. The harder she squeezed, the more she’d realize Jeren wasn’t going anywhere.
“I would face an entire army for you. No sea would ever separate us. Even the mightiest of kings would fall beneath the length of my sword….. so long as you desired it --- I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to do,”
And yet, his words lessened in volume.
“But why cheat yourself of an experience?” the question was posed.
“All you’ve known is the North… the world is so much larger than that – larger than us,”
Pause.
“All you’d have to do is send word and I’d come and bring you back, without hesitation,”
Clearing his throat, the emotion spilled into his charisma which simmered his charm, but exposed the truth.
“I’d die for you….. but I want you to live for yourself, ”
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2017 16:39:42 GMT by JEREN STARK
Oaks and elms fills the quickest passage between the great hall and much of the keep. Flowers decorate whatever the cobblestone did not touch. 'Tis small paradise from the winds of the north and the squabbles in the south.
Words written on paper brought with every visit of a raven upon her window. Each told a tale of a day's work, or a visage of fauna and flora, or of words dear to the youngest Stark's heart. There is a world past Winterfell's walls. A world she knew from the maester's words, old nan's stories, her own mother's stories and from the letters sent to her by a friend she'd not seen in two years.
Had she been born as healthy as both her brothers, there'd be no doubt she'd had grown into a star as bright as her siblings. Seeking thrill and the lands beyond the castle walls, past the bitter cold and even across the seas. A star now covered beneath a blanket of frost and snow, yet continued to burn despite the wintry chill.
Fingers wound into the cloth of Jeren's back, his sister only seeking further comfort with her embrace. Tears were quick to come as the young cub softly whimpered into her brother's chest, fighting back any further noise than necessary. There was no need for a rescue. No need to rebel against what's been set. Ashe knew her duty and she was fully intent not to make a mockery of it. Yet for now, whilst she can, she allowed herself to be weak.
No kind words. No charming smiles. No proper postures nor was there any sign of the Stark's youngest.
She was just a young girl seeking solace in the arms of her brother.
"Thank you Jeren... you've no idea how much your words mean to me..." Her words muffled by the wool upon his chest. Had years spent growing up together taught them anything- it's that the smallest pup would never dare to call upon her brother over something so selfish. As she would never allow her own selfish desires to mar the path chosen for her to take, especially if it was for the betterment of everyone.
As her heart relaxed, and her fears temporarily kept at bay by his presence, Ashe pulled away to look up at her brother's face her eyes and cheeks redder from the tears she'd wept. The days they'd spent playing lords and ladies had come to a close. Soon they would become the real thing, and unlike their games filled with ringing laughter, what reality had in store was a path paved with thorns.
"I do worry..." She paused, gazing into her brother's eyes. "If I'm gone... who would be there to pull you away from your responsibilities and remind you to rest and enjoy life beyond the stifling duties of an heir apparent? You don't plan on becoming a lord as grim as father are you?" Despite her words, Jeren would know she loved the brooding giant of a man, knowing he was as capable of showing love to his children as their mother was- though in his own unique way. "I don't suppose Ayden is as willing to ride out with you into the wood as I am." Once more she fought to push away the brooding atmosphere, and in doing so, brought an idea most people would have discouraged her from doing in the past. "That said... would you ride with me?"
The keep was filled with a collection of emotions. Below, hearsay and pleasantries consumed the environs, mangling the masses with false hopes and fake smiles as the political gain was masked behind fine dresses and the most polished of armors. Above, the two wolves bonded within their own pack, continuing a dance long thought forgotten as time and duty further separated the Stark progenies.
Her words did little to move his mood, as nothing could augment the love present. She thanked him, he needed, merely living in the moment – in the embrace of his most prized treasure.
“So long as father breathes, there will be time for leisure,” he lied. Throughout his childhood, Jeren – despite his cordial personality – was nothing more than the shadow that moved their father’s decisions. While not to say Cassius didn’t possess a mind for strategy, politics was a realm he favored little. Acting his stead and serving as the Warden’s foremost advisor was none other than his eldest son. Jeren’s day became less about himself and more about the affairs of Winterfell, a fact Ashe surely was privy to. Still, this wasn’t a time for duty, it was a moment for family.
Still, she moved on, throughout small rocks towards the middle of the three, to which Jeren laughed casually. Her lasting statement, however, drew a single brow to rise.
“You mean now? During the party?” Jeren looked to his side, fixating his golden orbs on the festivities that persisted below. Everyone in attendance, for some reason or another, came for Ashe and now she wanted to flee:
“Let’s go,” he smiled. If this was to be one of the last moments he’d share in solace with his younger kin, memories would be forged in her imagination’s image.
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2017 20:07:15 GMT by JEREN STARK
She shook her head at his thinly veiled lie. Choosing to speak no more of it. Having had the most free time amongst the three children, Ashe had all the freedom to wander and stalk her elder siblings, watching them go about their work- silently watching the gap between them grow larger by the day.
Though she herself wasn't without responsibility, most of her time was simply spent learning how to become a proper lady, something she was quick to grow tired of.
Rubies sparkled beneath the sliver of light cast upon the siblings as Ashe nodded her pale head. It wasn't new for her to suddenly disappear in the midst of a gathering, or be absent entirely. Either due to being bed ridden, or growing bored enough that the silent pup would stalk off to spend the remainder of her time by the kennel helping care for the horses. Hers after all, was a presence scarce to be missed. And though today was an exception, here she was, far from the crowd below, together with what could have been the least likely person to skip out on socializing with bannermen and lords.
Fingers curled about her brother's own as she pulled him along, her gaze falling on Scar who met hers and was quick to follow the two as the young pup led her brother down a less populated path towards the western walls. Ashe in all her years had grown familiar with the roads less traveled- what with her penchant for fleeing those who looked after her, and for once she shared one such path with her sibling, chancing upon the stables whilst it was devoid of any other man.
She'd been here far too often, almost knowing the stables as well as the back of her hand. Navigating the stalls fairly quickly in search of their saddles and mounts, it wouldn't be long until the siblings would be out the western gates before anyone could notice.
Every so often, Ashe would look back, checking to see if Scarlet had followed them, and instead would catch sight of the wall as it grew smaller and smaller as they road closer to the wolfswood, urging her horse to a slow trot as for a moment her heart sank.
How small her home now felt, beyond the walls, beneath the cloudy sky. The world she'd known was nothing more but a speck upon the map. One of but many. Almost insignificant to the whole. Jeren might be right. It might be time for the sheltered pup to broaden her horizons.
This had been the most confidence young Ashe had shown in quite some time. As she navigated the interior, leading the two through the keep and ultimately towards the stables, Jeren couldn’t contain himself. The edges of his lips curled upwards into a lighthearted smile as the man found himself tugged, weaved and pulled through avenues less inhabited and roads devoid of the filth and age that came with continual usage. Ashe had made it her priority to know the very framework of Winterfell, down to its very bedrock and as she took head and stirred the two towards her refuge, the older wolf could only see their mother.
The stalls were easily circumvented and as the smallest pup armed her horse, Jeren mirrored her actions with his own steed. A single leap would guide him upon the majestic creatures back before the two wisped into the distance, leaving the party, and Winterfell behind. The further they moved, the smaller the once gargantuan village bore a resemblance to an insect. Any further and the keep would surely vanish into nothingness.
“You were always a natural,” Jeren complimented, taking the southern verge and trailing behind Ashe as she led them to the wolfswood. From the earliest memories he had of her, the Stark’s sister held an affinity for riding. Her natural inadequacy due to health took her from man and found deliverance in animals as hours upon hours were spent in the stables, kennels and the spaces Scarlett frequented. It would be ignorant to assume all that time was wasted on creating friends. No, she was a Stark who held the intellect of their mother and the grit of their father. Her time was equally spent sharpening new talents and skills.
“Do you frequent these woodlands, Ashe?” He inquired, instructing his mount to work in perfect harmony with Ashe’s. When the leading horse advanced, so did the secondary; a halt would be met with equal inactivity as the two resumed their adventure – neglecting the thought of it possibly being their last.
Still, formalities of the heart aside, the heir apparent was quite curious as to where intended to take him. Her confidence in the path she navigated was wasted on him, for the time she spent mapping her way wasn’t shared. Fear didn’t fill his spine, nonetheless, as intrigue was far more prominent through the smile he burnished grandly.
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2017 21:42:07 GMT by JEREN STARK
Lost within her thoughts, Ashe had only caught her brother's voice but not his words, returning a confused Huh? in response to his compliment, waiting for horse to fall in step before urging hers ahead.
His question however was not lost on her as the younger Stark very closely shied away from answering as memories of secret rides during clear days begun flooding her thoughts. Though what use was there to hiding it now? "Not... really..." She began, hesitating with her words. "I... may have ridden out once or twice... maybe more," Definitely more, "but most were spent here in the open and often with Scarlet." She glanced over the she wolf who walked beside them, almost dwarfing the horses they rode on. She needn't remind him of the dangers that lurk beneath the oak and evergreen as he must've spent more time in it than she'd ever dare to- but there was a place within which she knew was visited by none but the birds who flocked to Winterfell's walls. Their current destination- one Ashe hadn't thought of yet subconsciously guided her alabaster mare's gait towards. "I know the woods aren't safe, I've only gone in when Scar followed me, and even then I wouldn't stay long." She paused before giving him a small curl of the lip. "I was a bit too scared of getting yelled at if I lingered there for too long and anyone found out I've been here without supervision. I still am." Lucky that he'd be by her side, at least they'd share the blame for their absence later on should anyone question them.
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