♖ 001.

[summerschild]

Who: Bran Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The HS Marsiva Hospitality Deck
When: 6/13

[On the Hospitality Deck, there's a little lump of dirt and fur on the floor next to one of the cots, twisted up in the white sheets. Bran had woken up in a fit of panic, scrabbling for the damp floor of the Queenscrown holdfast, and then-]

Is anyone there? Hello?

[A bump on his head aches from the tumble. He doesn't understand what he's seeing in front of him, through the clear glass of the bowing windows. It makes him dizzy, and he rubs at his nose with one grubby hand. His fur cape is still muddy from the thunderstorm, making him look a bit like an abandoned puppy.]

I need some help!

[He tries to use the cot to pull himself back up, but with a click the wheel unlocks, and sends the bed teetering towards anyone coming across the floor. Oops...]

Comments

[summerschild]

My name is short as well, for Brandon. I don't mind it, though I'm not sure it fits me.

[poetontheinside]

How's that?

[summerschild]

I was named for the first King in the North, Bran the Builder.

[poetontheinside]

Hey, you're still young, right? You don't know what's gonna suit you later in life. Me, when I was your age, I had no idea what I was gonna turn out doing.

[summerschild]

I'm nine.

[Said as if he's arguing his youth. Nine is so grown up, dude.]

And...

["And I might not have much of a future because everything's gone to hell?"]

You're right. I don't know.

[poetontheinside]

And I'm thirty-nine, and I'm tellin' you you got a lot more to look forward to. [Maybe.]

[summerschild]

What sort of things?

[A childish question, but said a bit too seriously.]

[poetontheinside]

Finding out what you like doin' the most. Getting to know what you like about other girls or boys. [Ray.]

[summerschild]

[His cheeks go a little pink at the last bit, and he tries not to think about a (much) older frog-hunter he's been traveling with.]

I don't have very many choices.

[poetontheinside]

How's that? [A city kid through and through, choices were never something he lacked. Opportunities, sure, but never choices.]

[summerschild]

I have a responsibility to my family, and to the North.

[poetontheinside]

The North, huh? [What is it with people and their loyalty to things in the North? The North is cold, and windy, and lonely, and it sucks. Most of the time, anyway.]

Sounds like you got a lot on your plate already.

[summerschild]

My brother left me in charge, while he's away.

[He doesn't need to say that it all went to hell. He doesn't need to say that he lost the North, that he's lost everything.]

[poetontheinside]

Hey. [He softens again, moving a little closer to the camera.]

It's gonna be okay. You don't gotta worry about that right now, okay?

[summerschild]

I suppose not. There's nothing I can do until I return.

[poetontheinside]

Exactly. So you can ask us to help you out if you need it, 'cause that's what we're here for, right? [By 'we' he means 'adults', but he's got a feeling Bran might take offense to that.]

[summerschild]

Thank you. You are very kind.