#v.boggirl

Meera: Up and down, then down and up. Then up and down again. I hate these stupid mountains of yours, Prince Bran. Bran: Yesterday you said you loved them. Meera: Oh, I do. My lord father told me about mountains, but I never saw one till now. I love them more than I can say. Bran: But you just said you hated them. Meera: Why can't it be both?

LADY GREENGOOD didn’t seem to mind being Meera’s handmaiden. Probably because the title was less maiden and more companion. Howland Reed’s daughter didn’t dress in gowns or spend hours knitting (unless you counted tying nets) and she could even tie up her hair on her own. MEERA REED wasn’t a usual Lady but then again when had the Crannogmen ever been normal?

❝I can’t believe they’re gone.❞ Bran ||  @strengthanddevotion         

The journey back to the wall seemed like such a blur, Meera could hardly remember it. The only things that stuck in her head were Summer’s final cries and Hodor yelling to hold the door. She had almost believed she lost Bran as well until he finally came to.

It was difficult to believe that they were the only two that made it back. She refused to leave his side even when the crows offered her to stand watch so she could rest. There was a breath of relief when she realized he hadn’t been lost too after the wights interrupted his connection to the weirwood.

❝I can’t believe they’re gone.❞ 

She had just finished explaining how they escaped and made it back, relaxing her shoulders for what seemed like the first time in forever. She had already released her grief in tears as she struggled to get them back south.

MEERA REED

She wasn't scared to get dirty, and she could run and fight and throw as good as a boy. — ACOK

Meera rose to her feet. "If I went to the dungeon, I could drive a spear right through his heart. How could he murder Bran if he was dead?"  — ACOK  

Theon had not considered that. In truth, he had scarcely considered the mudmen at all, beyond eyeing Meera once or twice and wondering if she was still a maiden. — ACOK 

Meera Reed was sixteen, a woman grown, but she stood no higher than her brother. All the crannogmen were small, she told Bran once when he asked why she wasn't taller. Brown-haired, green-eyed, and flat as a boy, she walked with a supple grace that Bran could only watch and envy. Meera wore a long sharp dagger, but her favorite way to fight was with a slender three-pronged frog spear in one hand and a woven net in the other. — STOS    

He nodded. 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. Well, except Jojen, sometimes . . . Jojen Reed could scare most anyone. — STOS

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. If we leave this place to seek refuge at Last Hearth or beyond the Wall, we risk being taken. 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." — STOS

Behind the ranger, Meera Reed wrapped her arms around her brother, to shelter him from the wind and cold with the warmth of her own body.   — ADWD