#thewhitewclff

emerald hues were locked upon the crackling flames that were in front of her, and for a moment she found piece within her surroundings. this reminded her of home in a strange way, but mostly the druid camp that she had tried to run away from. the fire pits reminded her of that. gods, she wanted to be there. she was at home with others like her. finally, she blinked a few times before looking up at a figure. “space here for you if you need somewhere to sit...” she shuffled over a little to give the other more room incase that they did want to sit.

“Has anyone tried to climb the mountain yet? Do we know what the boundaries are?” It wasn’t a secret that anyone couldn’t leave but Finn hadn’t fully taken the rundown of the place yet and the most intel he could acquire, the better off he felt he’d be.

”Can you believe these people, Snow?” Robb mused, standing beside his brother as the watched the people around them, enjoying the festivities and the market, families happily walking together, children playing in snow. “They think all this somehow serves their god and his word.” Robb chuckled and shook his head. “No different than the southerners, they are - with their rules and ceremonies.” It was no secret that northerners dislike the southerners’ way of worship and regarded their gods as ‘false’. They didn’t believe in elaborate ceremonies or holy texts. For northerners, religion was personal and between a person and the gods alone. It didn’t require a display or a show. Or a market for that matter.  “Though I must say, the food is exquisite and the ale is pretty good.”

writer’s and poet’s seemed to emphasize on the fact that eye’s were the window into the soul –– they spoke volumes without a single word. one look would only gain a certain amount of understanding of someone. and it seemed , they were not entirely wrong about such a thing. from the moment she spotted curly locks , peered at the eye’s , and took notice to the features it was certain. her memories were still cut along the curves ; broken , being pieced together as the days went on. but if there was something she remembered clear as day , it was the moment she shared with her brother : n e d. everything in her suggested that this was the boy , he looked so much like a targaryen and a stark. “ excuse me. ” an attempt to gain his attention , “ forgive me for the question , but do you know of a place called winterfell ?? ” still needing confirmation.