#gotmeerareed

MEERA REED 6.02, Home

“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.” ― Bran I, A Storm of Swords.

- Jojen Reed, Bran III - A DANCE WITH DRAGONS

Isn’t he ashamed, your brother, needing you to protect him? Where’s the shame in that? Any boy his age who needs his sister to protect him is gonna find himself needing lots of protecting.

It was hard to sulk with Meera. She was much more cheerful than her brother, and always seemed to know how to make him smile. Nothing ever scared her or made her angry. ― Bran I, A Storm of Swords.

#She deserves better

Lady Meera, of House Reed 🐊 The woods were full of frozen streams and cold black lakes, and Meera was as good a fisher with her three-pronged frog spear as most men were with hook and line.

Meera took Bran by the hand. “If we stay here, troubling no one, you’ll be safe until the war ends. You will not learn, though, except what my brother can teach you, and you’ve heard what he says. You are only a boy, I know, but you are our prince as well, our lord’s son and our king’s true heir. We have sworn you our faith by earth and water, bronze and iron, ice and fire. The risk is yours, Bran, as is the gift. The choice should be yours too, I think. We are your servants to command.” She grinned. “At least in this.”