preparing a natural remedy for little bran. the blood of the mountains runs deep in that child and his last adventure, he has sliced his wrist upon an sharp-edged stone.
‶beautiful, is it not.ᐣʺ the maester chose to announce his presence with a simple question, his dark eyes too drawn to the moon’s eerie magnificence.
‶how clearly you can see it from here——so full, bringing yet another cycle to an end.ʺ