MOVED

&&captivity        —— i can’t tell you how much it means to me. i feared that if i made a public         post regarding my current situation, many of my followers would react        resentfully. this message really is a surprise - and i mean that in the most        positive way possible.

                  “I imagine it’s because those that saw you first considered                             you wild savages in comparison… Or perhaps it is                             because you dwell in wild lands. Ergo…. Wildlings.”

[ text: val ] maybe not [ text: val ] what will you make of it?

            Wherever there was danger was a place where one could find answers. Her quest to reach the north would not be attained by simply remaining behind in settlements that were deemed safe enough that one could be guaranteed a night’s rest. What madness plagued the regions beyond comfort was where she intended to be—but revealing such to those she barely knew would not bode well for what was planned. There were those who could not understand that there was only one path for her to walk upon, and while many others had the luxury of choosing, she, however, did not.

            “—Have there been attempt to see what lies beyond the mountains?” She wondered if those who had made the effort were now written down in legend…or seen as those remembered for their foolish bravery. 

           it would make no   difference  if  the woman would have spent            her entire in a life locked in a  cave far away from  any similar            being, all kneelers are ought  to know about the free folk hab-            itat - and if it is only  gloomy tales they tell their children about            in order to  scare them. free folk do not live  in secret. the nor-            thern lands  might  sound more wild, more perilous,  more un-            forgiving, even downright lethal, but utterly uncharted? all this            time, she deemed kneelers to be weak not stupid.

        he wonders how often the red priestess had come to call upon         this woman that seemed to have ice in her veins. wondered if         it was her or the babe (sleeping it appeared) that had warranted         such interest from SHE and the king in the first place. surely, the         savages of the northern wilds held little esteem for the ideology         or rite of passage by BLOOD. if they had, would they then be         dubbed wildlings? such strange occurance to see them all united         (or at least formerly). perhaps they believed the babe would grow         to unite them again in the future. all points of vague interest; the         future seemed uncertain, and while he held little gift for seeing         the Red Lord’s message in the flames, even he could feel the         dread darkness looming just beyond the wall.                            ’ only myself. you need not refer to                              me as a lord; i am none. though                             dark priest seems morbid for a—                             casual conversation. my name is                             ronan.                                                                                           is it a secret place, then? ‘

                         ❝ My mother was a southron, but not I. This’s why I have the                          looks.    And sometimes the voice even, but I’m no southron.                          From Whitetree I came, before they could reach us. ❞          

                ` ----- ...                well,  stranger.  here's  my predicament.                i could send you back  to  whitetree or--                gods know where you'd  intend to travel                next -   and do  exactly as  i was told by                dearest mance. or i could introduce you                to him.