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     He had grown so used to his older siblings making him feel left out . . . alone. For a while, Rickon simply thought he wasn’t meant to be around other people. That only among the wolves did he belong. Only when beside Shaggydog did he feel loved.      But Iren was . . . different. Logically, he knew his siblings loved and cared for him, but sometimes he felt like he was forgotten about. Or perhaps ignored. But Iren paid attention to him. And seemed unbothered to do it.      A grin spreads as her hands find his messy tangles. Her touch was soothing, and for just a moment, the child within him cried out for a mother he had lost with so little time between them. In an instant, however, Rickon forcibly ignores such achings, instead laughing with the other.      “Yeah, and then I’ll ride a dragon too.” Responded the young man, voice heavy with sarcastic exaggeration.

     A large grin akin to a Cheshire found its place comfortably upon Rickon’s expression, followed by a stifled giggle. The wild youth eagerly obeyed, moving closer to the wall so that the others might join. “Tell me more about the skinchangers, Jon.” A sheepish pause, with his voice quieting ever so slightly. “And is there a way I might become one?”

     “Well maybe they should.” Rickon quipped, furrowed brows dancing in blatant confusion. While he wasn’t able to spend nearly as much time with Robb, Jon, and even Theon, as he wished he could have, the few instances had taught him all about fighting, and when a man should defend his honor. ( Despite knowing very well his lordfather would disagree. Yes, sometimes it was a wonder the pacifistic Ned Stark created such a boy of claws and teeth; one as wild and untamed as the winter’s storms. )      The boy is hesitant to release his anger, but as the other musses up his hair an easy smirk finds him once again. “Okay . . . but we could still spit in his drink or something, if you want.”

     Starry-eyed with a Cheshire grin, the boy gives a dutiful nod. Cogged gears turn diligently as Rickon begins his pace towards the nearest exit. If anyone asked of him, he had decided he would claim he was on his way to the privy.      The youth hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath until the moment he is passed the great door and a large exhale eagerly escapes him. His smile is returned, as he beams upon his newest companion.

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