“Up and down,” Meera would sigh sometimes as they walked, “then down and up. Then up and down again. I hate these stupid mountains of yours, Prince Bran.”

“Yesterday you said you loved them.”

“Oh, I do. My lord father told me about mountains, but I never saw one till now. I love them more than I can say.”

Bran made a face at her. “But you just said you hated them.”

“Why can’t it be both?” Meera reached up to pinch his nose.

“Because they’re different,” he insisted. “Like night and day, or ice and fire.”

“If ice can burn,” said Jojen in his solemn voice, “then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one.”

every night, it’s the same.

F  A  M  I  L  Y   a l w a y s   c o m e s   f i r s t .

the winged wolf & the liberator

You have to go after HIM.

It should be me. 

Bran raised his head to look up the Wall, and imagined  himself climbing inch by inch, squirming his fingers into cracks in the ice and kicking footholds with his toes. That made him smile in spite of everything, the dreams and the wildlings and Jon and everything. He had climbed the walls of Winterfell when he was little, and all the towers too, but none of them had been so high, and they were only stone. The wall could look like stone, all grey and pited, but then the clouds would break and the sun would hit it differently, and all at once it would transform, and stand there white and blue and glittering. It was the end of the world Old Nan always said. On the other side were monsters and giants and ghouls, but they could not pas so long as the Wall stood strong. I want to stand on top with Meera, Bran thought. I want to stand on top and see.

gildoringlorion:

”[…]Earth and water, soil and stone, oaks and elms and willows, they were here before us all and will still remain when we are gone.”

“So will you,” said Meera. That made Bran sad. What if I don’t want to remain when you are gone?

and we have much farther to go

pembroke:

BEST FRIENDS

bran and the reeds give me life