♖ 004.

[summerschild]

Who: Bran Stark and YOU
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Starlight and the Blue Fish
When: 3/8 - 3/10

ᴀ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀɪғᴛᴇʀ, sʜᴀᴘᴇsʜɪғᴛᴇʀ ((sᴛᴀʀʟɪɢʜᴛ))

[Ever since Christmas, there's been a tiny white shadow aboard the SS Blue Fish, following Bran Stark around wherever he goes. But today, something is different. All throughout the station, Beca can be seen roaming alone, with a bit more curious energy than the shy creature normally exhibits. Instead of riding around on Bran's lap, she's out exploring the station with puppy-like vigor, sniffing out dropped food and trailing after shoelaces. She'll immediately run up to greet anyone Bran knows, almost as though she has an exciting message for them, but strangers are just as interesting and delightful to her.

You may notice, however, that she seems just a tad too intelligent for a fox pup. It's almost as if she knows what you're saying to her - and was that a nod?

Feel free to encounter Beca anywhere on the Starlight throughout Tuesday and Wednesday. But meanwhile, on the Blue Fish...]

ʙ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ᴡᴏʀɴ, sᴏ ᴛʜɪɴ ((ʙʟᴜᴇ ғɪsʜ))

[Bran has been asleep for two days, curled up and breathing deeply beneath his fur blanket. Though he occasionally makes a small twitch, nothing can be done to wake him throughout Tuesday and Wednesday.

Finally, on Thursday morning, Bran stirs. It starts with a wiggle of the nose, and then a sleepy blink up at whomever has been keeping watch. Then - a small whine, not unlike a noise that his pet fox would make. He immediately flushes, realizing that he's back in his human body, and pulls the blanket up to his chin.]

How long was I...?

[No more secrets, then.]

Comments

[summerschild]

I was with Beca, all this time. Out on the station. [A short, but heavy, pause.] I'm a warg.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb is not entirely sure how to respond to what his brother says and he stays silent for a while, his hands resting on his brother’s shoulders while he examines the young boy’s face.

A warg? A skinchanger? His brother?]

Have you told this to others? [Robb frowns deeply while he says that, not sure to believe it or to be angry or to be worried.] Do you truly think you are a skinchanger? Is this not just some...? [Some what?]

[summerschild]

[He nods solemnly, shrinking a bit under Robb's reaction.]

Only Ino knew before today. [She can do it as well, he doesn't say. That isn't his information to share.] I've been warging back in our world ever since I fell.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb notices how his brother shrinks a little at his words but for now he decides not to bring that up. It is important that no one knows that his brother might be a warg. Gods be good, what would his men say? What would the realm say? He could lose all his allies.]

I will tell her to keep her mouth shut. [He sighs and frowns.] I do not wish to make this more troublesome but...it is important that no one ever knows. [Robb shakes his head.] Who has taught you such a thing?

[summerschild]

[Not wanting to incriminate the Reeds, he ignores the question. He can feel his cheeks growing red with shame and anger. Robb doesn't know. He has no right.]

You're ashamed of me. As if it were a curse.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb keeps gazing at his brother, frowning. And when Bran speaks the frown only deepens.]

It is not shame. I[The tone of his voice is absolutely serious.] But you cannot...this is what Wildlings do, Bran. You are my heir. To Winterfell...to the North.

You cannot ever be a warg.

[summerschild]

[His face stays stony and solemn, but a wolfish fury flashes in his eyes.]

I never wanted to be your heir. Perhaps I wish to be a wildling instead.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

And I never wanted to be king. [The words come rolling from his mouth with such a surprising ease that it shocks him a little.

With a huff he lets go of his brother, noticing how guilt is starts eating him from the inside.] And I never wanted father to die. And I never wanted a million other bloody things either. [Robb recognises the anger flashing in his brother's eyes and he rolls his shoulders, trying to will the guilt away.]

You are not going to become a wildling and you are not going to speak of this to anyone.

[summerschild]

[Bran doesn't even answer. With a last look full of hurt and anger, he closes his eyes - and a moment later, Beca gives a growl and makes for the edge of the bed, headed for the open door.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Bran!

[But that is all Robb gets to say while his brother decides to be a petulant child and before he knows it the little fox runs and his brother is asleep again.]

Gods be good! [Robb stomps his foot on the floor, eyes flashing between the fox running off and his brother sleeping or warging inside his bed.]