𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 / 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

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𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦, 

𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳, 

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 

𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳

𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯.

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𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. For about an hour the sky was usually lit with a multitude of dazzling colours that would quickly dim and dissolve into the familiar greys of the daytime weather. But there were a few moments when, if they were awake, the Mormont girls could see the sky illuminated in ambers and blues and pinks before the overcast gloom began, and it was usually as beautiful as the evenings were in Alysane's eyes. Unless, of course, torrents of water expelled from the sky in the night and continued to pour into the morning, drowning the trees and the muddied landscape before anybody awoke. That morning, Alysane awoke to find that everything was soaked and pelted by a continuance of rain that did not threaten to stop no matter how long into the day it carried on.

Alysane sat by her window for a long while, watching puddles curdle and expand in the courtyard and enjoying the salt-smelling wind that bustled through her open window and tasselled her hair.