"𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓'𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑," their father always called it. Could make a man or woman wild in a sense, unpredictable, and powerful. And when a violet-eyed twin born to the Lord Eddard Stark, all knew that the boy would have it. And he did.
Beside his...
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𝐽𝑜𝑛 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑘 299 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 【—————————】
The furs given them by the Wildlings were comfortable, to Jon's surprise. It was heavy, sure. And when it was wet, it became even heavier. But it was warm. Warmth was what kept men alive out beyond the Wall. It's what kept them alive on the Wall. The Night's Watch showed great signs if crumbling even when Jon had first came to Castle Black. The "uniforms" given them by the Watch were worn black leather, a fur cloak that was not thick enough and was too short to do anything. But the furs given to them by the Wildlings held warmth.
Ygritte sat in the snow she had patted down almost into a lounging seat, her head facing the sky, her eyes staring at it in wonder. Her curiosity was curious to Jon. All of the girls in Winterfell and around Wintertown never had the same curious gaze as Ygritte did. Her eyes were filled with wonder even at the most simple of things. Jon smiles as he breaks up a few small branches and puts them into the small fire in front of the two.
"You know, one of our caretakers back in Winterfell told us stories about why the sky is blue."
Ygritte looked down to Jon, raising a brow with a smirk.
"Tormund was right, then, when he first met you."
"How so?"
"You are a baby crow. Needing a caretaker? What's next, someone to polish your shoes and belt buckle, clean your sword and make you meals and saying, "My Lord," this and, "my Lord," that?"
She poked fun at him and Jon rolled his eyes with a huff, to which played in Ygritte's fun as her ever present grin grew a bit bigger.
"You know no-"
"-Nothing, Jon Stark," I get it."
He groaned, yet had a smile that he could not wipe from his face. Jon only shook his head as Ygritte settled down, her eyes still having a curiosity to them as before.
"So what did your caretaker tell you 'bout the reason the sky's blue?"
She carried on, motioning to him as he raises brow as if to ask if she's done, to which Ygritte only nods. A genuine answer.
"Old Nan, we always called her, took care of each of us. Me, Ben, Robb, Sansa, Arya, and Bran and Rickon, too. All of us. Each of us have heard the same stories from her. One of them being why the sky is blue."
"So are you going to tell me about it or are you going to just say this old woman told you it?"
