[ -- 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. ]
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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. ]