False prophet ♘ Jojen Reed // G.O.T

Chapter three ;vivid dreams

Beatrice

We sat by the newly-made fire and rested our backs against the log. Silence was a constant and so was the staring. The perpetual silence went on for quite some time as we took our time to eat our meals, including the Reed siblings who caught their own hare.

They seemed convincing enough, I was keeping in mind that house Reed had fought for the Stark house if I remembered correctly. Which made them allies in my mind, knowing how they presented them selves quite well.

Dusk filled the clouded-sky and the weather started to take a slight turn for the worst, I was cold. No. I was freezing. The soft evening sounds calmed me down a touch, yet sadly the cold, the silence, and my longing for a bath seemed to take control.

The cold, the quiet, the need for a bath. Those were all the things that swarmed my thoughts. The cold, the quiet, the need for a bath. The more I repeated it, the worse it managed to get. The cold, the quiet, the need for a bath.

Shaggy dog rested his head on my lap and wagged his tail, his warm and plush fur bringing me a slight feeling of comfort. Our wolves were my only friends growing up, they might still be. I always felt connected with them in some sort of way, something on a spiritual level, something that only seemed plausible in folklore. For the time being, he really was my only companion.

Summer rested her back against Rickon and I saw they shared the same bond, and I saw that they needed each other, they clung to each other. Needing someone seems selfish, egotistical, vain, but really the truth was that if we were to make it, we'd all need something or someone to cling on to.

Jojen and his sister stared at us with eyes wide, waiting for any sudden movement.

" You two share a bond. It's not a very common thing for a human and a wolf," Jojen stated, clenching his jaw and fidgeting with his fingers. It was the first thing he'd said to me personally after our initial encounter.

" Then I must be quite lucky," I said back hastily, confused wether I should persist on the conversation or not. He nodded furrowing his eyebrows, the sweat on his cheeks shining brightly in the shadow of the fire. We kept our gazes and glares going, silence following the few words we had exchanged. His eyes looked tired and his clothes worn, his lips looked pale and the lonely blue color cascaded into a subsiding maroon. I wasn't denying that he was attractive, I just felt I should keep my distance, knowing in this world we can never get too attached.

Meera stared daggers at me for most of the time passing, a strong wave of jealousy radiating off of her body. I could tell she subsequently despised me, for absolutely no particular reason. I was prey, I had always been prey, it was something I was used to.

" There's a creek near by that if you'd like I could show you," Meera said to Osha, focusing her gaze to her. Osha glanced at me and smiled.

" Thank the gods, it's about time!. I'm sure we could all use a good scrub," Osha responded smiling. A bath now was the last thing on my mind.

" Perfect, that sounds rather good. Meera could take us ladies first, after Us the boys are free to go," I stated, making sure that everyone knew there were boundaries.

" Did you get a chance to see, to see Winterfell?," Rickon asked the siblings. Jojen's attitude shifted from solemn, to fazed, that was not a good sign.

" By the time we got there, Winterfell was in ruins. Nothing has changed," Meera answered in monotone. She hid her dissatisfaction quite well. Rickon frowned, a tear forming in his eye socket.

" Rob will avenge us Rickon, you musn't worry," Bran said back to him, hoping to rise a little faith in us.Rickon nodded and smiled, hodor agreeing. I couldn't believe it when I saw Theon speak to us the way he did, you could say we had some sort of ' secret relationship' between us. We had been seeing each other for quite some time before I visited the hell that was the Capitol. When I returned, I to him was a stranger.