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“We swear it by ice and fire,” they finished together. ― Bran III, A Clash of Kings.

“Some people will always need help. That doesn’t mean they’re not worth helping.”

meera protecting jojen to his last breath

“Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my lord. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you.” “I swear it by earth and water,” said the boy in green. “I swear it by bronze and iron,” his sister said. “We swear it by ice and fire,” they finished together.

Meera of House Reed

THE NECK //  “Our land protects its own. An outsider will find in the Neck an endless morass of suckholes, quicksands, and green grass that look solid to the unwary eye but turns to water the instant you tread it.”

asoiaf meme (minor characters): Meera Reed (2/10 characters)

jojen appreciation week: day 2 - favourite scene(s) “You must be Summer. I’m Jojen Reed.”

Jojen was thirteen, only four years older than Bran. Jojen wasn’t much bigger either, no more than two inches or maybe three, but he had a solemn way of talking that made him seem older and wiser than he really was. At Winterfell, Old Nan had dubbed him “little grandfather.”

jojen appreciation week: day 6 - jojen + colour

“He knew what would happen. From the moment he left, he knew and he went anyway.”

jojen appreciation week: day 1 - favourite quote(s) “You’re a greenseer.” “No,” said Jojen, “only a boy who dreams. The greenseers were more than that. They were wargs as well, as you are, and the greatest of them could wear the skins of any beast that flies or swims or crawls, and could look through the eyes of the weirwoods as well, and see the truth that lies beneath the world. The gods give many gifts, Bran. My sister is a hunter. It is given to her to run swiftly, and stand so still she seems to vanish. She has sharp ears, keen eyes, a steady hand with net and spear. She can breathe mud and fly through trees. I could not do these things, no more than you could. To me the gods gave the green dreams, and to you… you could be more than me, Bran. You are the winged wolf, and there is no saying how far and high you might fly… if you had someone to teach you. How can I help you master a gift I do not understand? We remember the First Men in the Neck, and the children of the forest who were their friends… but so much is forgotten, and so much we never knew.”