JOJEN
It had been three days since Bran's vision, and we had a little more than a week before we would reach the Weirwood tree, where we intended to find the three-eyed crow. Bran wasn't sleeping; he stayed up night after night, just staring up at the branches, trying to interpret what he'd seen.
Meera wasn't talking much, but that's a fairly normal thing for her. She senses the connection between Landre and I, and, though she hasn't confronted me about it, it's throwing her off balance. She's never liked being around girls, even when we were kids. She always wanted to to run around and be friends with the guys; I really wasn't interested in any sort of relationship with anyone.
That is, until Landre came along. Even before the scene I saw of her and I laying in the grass before the Weirwood tree (which I'm now thinking is the same tree that we are searching for), I had greendreams with her there every night. This frail, porcelain skin, raven haired girl has haunted my mind for the past two months, and she has continued to take over my thoughts since we've met. I've never wanted anyone before, and I never thought I would; I'm not ready to let this go. I'm not sure if I ever will be.
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Landre was leaning on a tree, carving wood into fresh new arrows for her bow. Her hair was down and draped over one shoulder; I couldn't help but stare. She looked up with her eyes, and softly smiled at me.
She mouthed the word Hi at me, and I mouthed it back at her. She looked around at everone else, and, after seeing that no one was looking, she got up and started to walk away. After a few moments, I followed her into the woods.
I was walking for a few minutes, but when I couldn't find her, I whispered, "Landre?".
No answer.
"Landre?", I whispered again.
After a few more seconds, I turned around to find Landre with her hand already covering my mouth, "The hell are you whispering for?" She asked before removing her hand, "C'mon."
We found a little opening between some trees where we sat down to chat.
"My mom-", Landre cleared her throat, "My mom had a lot of men. My dad left when I was very young, so she resulted to sleeping around with all these men to keep herself happy.", she said. "After I got older, once I started living out here with Marvies and the others, some of the guys would try to force themselves on me." I cringed a little bit when she said this, "Let's just say that the number of guys living with our lot considerably decreased over time." She laughed. She looked up at me and smiled.
I loved that smile; it was one of those smiles that hit you like a little kid throwing stones. It hits you once in the heart, and you think you might be in love; it hits you again in the head, and you can almost see something else behind that smile. Something icy and dark.
"What about you?", she asked, breaking the silence.
"What about me?"
"Back home. I bet you had girls all over you, right?" She said....again, with that smlle.
"Eh," I got out a quiet laugh, "not really, honestly."
"No?" she said.
"No. I've never been much of a people person, and girls don't seem to like when you don't speak to them."
She was silent. She gave me this look as if there was something she was trying to figure out, "You talk to me. You talk to me a lot."
The words shot out of me the second she finished talking, "I talk to you because I love you- no- I mean, I like you-" She cut me off.
