Sweet dreams are made of these...

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Bran Stark

[summerschild]

[The first thing you notice is that the room is warm. Stifling, almost. The walls are dark stone, and a fire crackles in the hearth. Four windows let in grey light, which falls in slants across the room's centerpiece - a large bed, piled with thick furs. In the bed, all but his face covered, is Bran, and across his legs is a massive sleeping wolf. No matter what noise you make, you will not wake either of them.

Bran is deeply asleep, but he doesn't quite look peaceful. His hair is damp across his forehead, and it's clear from the chairs pulled up to his bedside and the empty flagons and bowls on the side tables that he's been in this condition for quite some time. Some sort of twine doll is set on one of the chairs, a work in progress, and a shining metal cloak clasp, in the shape of a wolf, has been laid on the fur near Bran's collar.

Above the bed runs a low wooden shelf, with several more objects that might draw your eye. There are a couple of small toys - a wooden lion and a small carved boat - as well as a yellowing scroll. Stranger, however, is what seems to be a small shard of ice, cold and unmelting. And even stranger is what sits next to it - a little green frog, calmly croaking and looking back at you with unwavering eyes.

The door to the room seemed to be locked - whatever you are meant to see here, it all lies within this room.]

What do you examine?

A. The windows
B. The doll
C. The clasp
D. The lion
E. The boat
F. The scroll
G. The ice
H. The frog

((cw for attempted murder and some mild gruesome imagery, but nothing too graphic))

[steeledskin]

[ -- she knows these stones. even if they don't appear precisely like the castle that was once her home, she swears she can tell it from its scent and from the certain atmosphere. it's tinged with childhood and...and after days of wandering (by night) through the memories of others, she begins to wonder whether she's dipped into her own dreams.

but then alayne stone sees the boy. her heart and throat constrict at the same time. she cries his name -- bran! -- and all else in the room forsakes her notice. perhaps she might eventually turn her attention upon the rest of the space, but for now she rushes to his bedside. lies are forgotten, and pain is ignored. her skirt whispers against the flagstones and, kneeling next to the bed, she presses a cold pale hand against his forehead.

the fur on her skin is like a tactile memory. even the wolf, slumbering nearby, puts strength in her bones. sansa stark might be shut away, but alayne feels a stirring in her soul for this boy. ]

[summerschild]

[Bran stirs slightly in his sleep at the hand on his forehead, relaxing a bit as though he senses the presence of his sister, even through his deep sleep. Even Summer seems to know Sansa is near, giving a nose twitch and a contented breath. However, neither of them wake up. The fire crackles, and outside a wolf continues to bay.]

[steeledskin]

[ alayne (she must remember who she is!) brushes back the fringe of hair at bran's temples. acting on heart and instinct, she leans forward and presses a trembling loving kiss against his forehead. poor boy, who'd fallen and hadn't woken up -- she's convinced this is another girl's memory of a brother barely taken note of before leaving for king's landing. alayne is left to regret sansa's haste.

time passes. eventually, she convinces herself to stir and (unwilling to leave his side) she retires to the chair. the twine doll is taken up in her hands, and without thinking she continues its work. continues lady stark's work. ]

[summerschild]

[As soon as Sansa sits down with the doll, there's a whisper of fabric, and the creak of the door opening slowly.

You weren't s'posed to be in here. He's small and hunched and filthy, and there's a knife in his hand. No one was s'posed to be in here. But he isn't talking to Sansa. He doesn't even seem to see Sansa. Instead, his focus is on a figure suddenly standing by one of the windows.

Catelyn Stark turns around with dread in her eyes, and immediately understands. No...

It's a mercy. He's dead already.

No, no you can't! She makes a move for the window, but the man is too fast. He moves like lightning, overpowering her quickly and raising his dagger to her throat. The struggle is quick and dirty, the flashes of movement blurred by the fears of the memory's owner, but then-

The wolf is no longer on the bed. It stands over a fallen form, half of the assailant's throat dangling from its bloody mouth. Catelyn collapses in relief, her face breaking into breathless, exhausted laughter.

Thank you, she whispers as it makes its way back to the bed to join the sleeping child. Blood drips onto the furs, but fades moments later with the rest of the memory. Catelyn sinks back into the very air she seemed to form from, and Sansa is alone again with her sleeping brother.]

[steeledskin]

[ her breath is stolen from her lungs. she gulps -- but nothing happens, because she's locked up in a memory of something...something she'd heard about: second- or third-hand, and at such a distance. but here it happens in full colour and hard truth. the attack on bran, and that knife that had been so important.

tears fall down her cheeks -- even after the memory ends. sansa is left clutching the unfinished charm, her chest heaving with sorrow. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he doesn't belong here, but it looks a lot like home.

striking, actually. Robin stands in the room for a moment, looking at all of his options, considering this boy that he thinks he's seen around the network. him and the large wolf seem very much asleep. he can't decide if the warm room is comfortable, or if he'd much rather open a window...

...the frog is what catches his attention, really. he can kind of see everything fitting together, but a frog? here? if there are no objections from either sleeping resident, he will slowly move around the bed and take a closer look...]

[summerschild]

[The frog hops off the shelf with a loud ribbit, landing on the sleeping boy's pillow. From there, it makes its way onto the floor and across the room, towards one of the open windows. The sounds of children's voices seem to be coming from outside, where they were not just moments before.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh...

[well, silly little animal or not, he knows a clue when he sees one. he follows the hopping frog to the window and looks at whatever's outside.]

D.

[redactions]

[ The room is cold, too. Not bitingly so, enough for him to notice that it's outside and kept that way. Jim is quiet, quieter when he sees a sleeping child in the room. ]

[ He picks up the lion first. One predator is always drawn to another. ]

[summerschild]

[As soon as he touches the lion, there's a commotion across the room. A blur of pink skin and golden hair rushes past Jim - a tall blond man, naked but for a shift held in front of his waist, and his female double, a mirror image in all but anatomy. They seem to materialize from the air itself, crossing to one open window in long strides.

He saw us! the woman shrieks.

So he did. The man reaches out the window, offering his arm to someone below. Take my hand. Before you fall. To his sister's sounds of protest, the man hoists up someone quite small and frightened.

It's the sleeping boy. If Jim looks back to the bed, he'll see that its occupant is momentarily missing.

How old are you, boy? The man helps Bran up onto the sill gently.

Seven, the child answers with a quivering voice.

For a moment, his rescuer seems to consider something. Then, he looks over at his sister, taking in her hysterical desperation.

... The things I do for love. And with that, he gives Bran a hard shove, and the boy goes tumbling backwards out of the window.

The light in the room changes. The two assailants seem to fade back into the air, and all is quiet.]

[redactions]

[ He nearly drops the lion in horror, recoiling from the image. Finding himself against the bed, he sits, staring at the frog. ]

So they did this.

[ He looks at Bran again, and tries to wake him. ]

[summerschild]

[Bran doesn't answer, and neither does the frog. But what the frog does do is hop off of its shelf and onto the floor, over towards a different window.]

[redactions]

[ Curious little frog. Jim doesn't want to leave the kid alone, but the wolf seems more than capable of handling whatever comes in. When the frog reaches the window, he gets up, and follows. ]

Where're you goin', little fella?