The halls of Winterfell look nearly the same, except for the black, burned ceilings of the Great Hall. No one had bothered to replace the old timbers. It still smelled faintly of smoke.

Whenever Bran spent more than a few hours inside, he began to feel smothered. He could hear the thoughts of all the people around him, see through the eyes of the dogs under the tables. It was too much.

He spent most of his time in the godswood. Watching the past, watching the Others. Remembering. And learning, still learning. There was so much he still needed to learn.

He wouldn't mind if she kissed him, after all he's almost a man grown. He'll settle for a hug. Once again he wonders what Meera would say if he should tell her that he loves her. " It's good to see you too. I missed you while you were gone."

#FF @SongsNKnights My sister Sansa, or is she Alayne ? By any name , the most beautiful girl in the Vale.

// some people need to go rp and get a life //

// screw you, old lady creeper.. Catfish. Go away. //

#FF The Wolf and Dragon family cast of writers ! Daenerys The Princess that was promised! Queen in the North ᵟᵅᵑᵟᵅ ᵟtᵅrƘ @pettydwarf sᴀɴᴅᴏʀ ᴄʟᴇɢᴀɴᴇ ₳ⱤɎ₳ ₴₮₳Ɽ₭ (Parody) Bran Stark 🐺 Meera Reed 🐉🐺🐕🐊💜

The Direwolf flies over Winterfell, but I fly in many forms.

Um, Sansa.. ? You know how loud they were ? They were thinking loud thoughts too. I honestly / didn't/ mean to watch, but even with my eyes closed, it was really hard to shut them out. I'm glad /you aren't doing that stuff too. ( ahem )