Out in the courtyard Ringo Grar was sat back on his massive shaggy haunches, large paws in his lap and his head tilted up towards the sky, looking every inch a beloved pet getting the affectionate scratching of a lifetime. Behind him, far smaller than the bear itself Rey worked over the bear’s deep colored fur with a stout wooden brush with coarse boar bristles. Half listening to the clash of swords as a few men took to sparring their afternoon away, Rey muttered affectionately at the bear as he let out a happy little groan.
“Oh look at you, just coming to pieces you big lump,” wrapping her free arm around Ringo to give him a hug while she brushed at his shoulders she laughed a little bit as the bear’s tongue lolled contenedely out of his mouth. “This great warbeast love of mine,” she mumbled affectionately at the animal, squeezing it in a hug before resuming the task of grooming him. It was unfathomably cute, and by far one of her favorite parts of her weekly chores.
2) sleepless in winterfell
Not the greatest at getting to sleep and actually staying that way it isn’t much of an anomaly to see Rey by the hearth in the great hall at all hours of the night. Just beyond the long table that extended before the fireplace she sat on the warm stones, wrapped in a cloak as her focus was trained on the piece of wood and the knife she held, working on carving a little shape into the thick branch as her brows knit together. While ordinarily she reserved this kind of restlessness for the outdoors, being in front of the fireplace made it a simple matter to sweep the evidence of her toiling (or an out and out failure) into the embers to be destroyed.
At the sound of footsteps on the stones behind her she does just that, tucking the little bird shape into her cloak and out of sight as she straightens up to peer over the side of the table. “Bit late, don’t you think?” Not that she’s in any position to talk of course, but that isn’t something that has ever stopped Rey before. Whether or not it was one of the new guests to the keep mattered very little, she was prickly no matter who she was speaking to.
3) so many weird little bottles!
The hot springs under the keep provided a welcome relief from the biting chill that seemed to pervade everywhere else, though since their guests had arrived at least a few things had been different. For one, there were bottles and little canisters everywhere, covered in an assortment of scripts, some of which Rey could scarcely make out. Standing in warm water up to her waist and clad in a few strips of fabric strategically wrapped to keep her from exposing herself to any visitors Rey turned a small amethyst colored bottle around in her hands, squinting at the gold lettering before she carefully removed the stopper and had a sniff.
She regretted this choice immediately, capping the bottle again as she held it at arm’s length, all but thrusting it back onto the natural stone shelf it had been sitting on when she’d gotten there. What on earth were those Skywalkers doing down here? Rey had her suspicions that they might be a little bit magic, but she hadn’t ever heard that magic was meant to smell weird.
4) WILDCARD
Come at me fam! Brackets or prose I love it all, let's do awesome stuff.
"I'm not the greatest sleeper," was the almost quiet response. "It's a lot colder here," he added, "trying to adjust to the temperature change isn't helping."
He pulled his cloak around him. "What are you doing?"
"You brought a herd of animal's worth of furs with you," she remarked, as though no one would have any business being cold with all that. Of course Rey knew better, Winterfell could be bitterly cold even when someone was buried beneath a heap of covers and clad in clothes from neck to toes.
"I'm not the greatest sleeper either," Rey shrugged slightly, rising from her seat on the floor as she delicately dusted a few stray wood shavings from the cloak. "Sometimes I practice carving at night," she muttered, pulling the little bird in progress out of her cloak, tossing it over for him to see.
"Grandmother insisted," Ben replied easily. "It still feels like the cold can bite through it all," it was amazing, really. He caught the small bird thrown at him, looking at the in progress work with a sense of curiosity.
There's a small smile as Jon moves to sit down next to Ringo and Rey, Ghost moving to settle in front of Ringo happily. Granted Ghost likes just lounging with Ringo and being happy in a snuggle pile with the bear. The men are enjoying the sparring and training as people get ready for the battle, but it's not often for Jon recently to sit and get a little relaxing in. So he's also happy to sit and spend half a minute with his friend at least.
"Ringo has to be the most spoiled bear in all of the known world," he teases with a grin. It's a kind teasing, mostly just amused at just how happy the bear looks as he's being brushed. He's pretty sure Ringo rolls around a little extra sometimes to get a little extra brushing when he knows that it's time for grooming.
"You're all so focused on your horses you don't realize if you put in the work for the bear, the bear'll work for you," she grinned back at her friend before stepping to the side just in time for Ringo to flop over with another happy little groaning sound. "Besides, it's far too cold to give him a bath and you remember what happened when I tried to do it inside," unfortunately for both Rey and the bear quite a few people remembered that.
Bending slightly to begin work on brushing the bear's stomach after Ringo had let out another yell, grabbing Ghost and hugging the massive Dire Worlf as though Ghost were his best friend she laughed. "And how could I not spoil him? You're lucky I don't start grooming Ghost so he knows how good the good life can be."
It's the middle of the night when Jane visits the crypt, pushing at the heavy ironwood door with surprising strength for a woman of her stature and quietly making her way down the winding spiral stone steps. It's dark, and she only has a torch to light her way, but she's not afraid, not even of the dead entombed all around her. Something had awakened her, a stirring in her dreams that she could only attribute to the Force — magic, sorcery, however else other people want to call it — and she's answering the siren's song, following it into the shadows.
She's not sure what she'd seen, exactly. She's seen a lot of things, sometimes in dreams, sometimes through other creature's eyes. But she's walking in the midst of the dead, quietly watching the stark faces of past Kings in the North and Lords of Winterfell, and the large stone direwolves curled at their feet. Winter is coming, they all seem to hiss in warning as she passes, one after the other. She pulls her cloak tighter around her; for the first time, she actually feels cold.
2 • THE SAVAGES WHO WORSHIP TREES
The heart tree in the godswood has quickly become Jane's favorite place in the keep, practically going there every morning, before first light, to pray and meditate. Her people don't worship the Old Gods of the North but she's found solace in the tree all the same, talking to it when she's not huddled with Ringo Grar or Ghost instead. More ravens seem to flock to the branches when she's around, too, though they're eerily silent instead of cawing restlessly like usual. Then again, stranger things have happened in the princess' presence.
3 • WAR MAKES MONSTERS OF US ALL
There's a roar of triumph from the courtyard that's so unladylike, one would not readily attribute it to a princess — and yet it is Jane, lifting her arms up in the air in a celebration of victory as her opponent lies sprawling in the mud at her feet. "Who fights like a girl now?" she taunts, grinning that trademark Solo lopsided grin that she does just as well as the aforementioned parent, the sort of smile that makes people want to either punch her or kiss her.
She hefts the training blade, brandishing it around a little before sliding back into a fighting stance. Hey, you'll never know who might be watching.
4 • WILDCARD
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1 - ohhh is this where they find the dragons? Are the eggs calling to her?
Jon hasn't been sleeping too well overall, too many things to do and too much plaguing his brain to allow him time to rest. So he's awake when he sees the torchlight by the crypts. And he's curious enough to know who is there, who decided to slip down into them at such an odd hour. It takes a minute for him to get to the crypt, pushing the door open with a small lantern in his hand to light his way. Though there's a blink when he sees who it is in the crypts.
"Jane?" He calls gently, hoping he won't startle her as he comes up behind her. Though seeing that she looks cold despite her cloak he shifts his off and drapes his own warm cloak around her shoulders without question or comment, hoping it will help to keep her warm. "Is everything okay? Are you looking for something down here?" Because what else would potentially bring her down here, save for looking for something. Though what she might be looking for, he's not sure either.
She almost draws her dagger on him when she hears his footsteps, but then he's calling out her name and she relaxes. She knows that voice, has heard it more than enough these past days, with all the feasting and the planning and the war preparations.
She's not cold cold, really, but then he's draping his cloak around her and she can't help the blush that stain her cheeks; fortunately it's dark enough for him not to notice. Hopefully. "Aye, I'm alright." She hesitates for a moment. "Something... woke me. I don't know what it was, but I can feel it." She gazes out into the darkness ahead of them, stretching further down the crypt. "There."
Being sat on top of a bear meant you didn’t get to miss a second of the action in the training yards, and Rey couldn’t help but notice that ever since Winterfell’s guests had arrived everyone seemed to be training a little bit harder. Initially she had assumed it was due to the fact the the Skywalker men were gigantic and probably magic, but after seeing their princess in action Rey was forced to reexamine her assumption.
Of course that didn’t mean Jane’s triumph wasn’t met with thunderous applause from the scrappy young lady sitting on the very large bear. The man she’d bested wasn’t one of Rey’s favorite people - and she’d heard her fair share of ‘fight like a girl’ tinged nonsense in her time at the keep from him as well. It was good to know that she had help keeping that idiot quiet now. Sliding off the side of the bear she considered picking up her practice weapon to challenge the princess for a bit of fun, but instead she strode over to Jane, clapping her on the shoulder appreciatively. “He’s an arsehole, well done Princess.”
Hearing the applause, Jane turns and curtsies playfully at Rey and her bear, before straightening and throwing back her elbow into her assailant's face when the guy she'd defeated tries one last sneaky attempt to take her down. Rey's assumption might just need a little fine-tuning; probably best to simply say the Skywalkers are magic. The princess certainly is, in some form, anyway.
She's still grinning when her friend bounds over and claps her on the shoulder. Animals are great judges of character and a girl with a companion for life like Ringo Grar is definitely someone she would like. "I kind of figured," she agrees with a laugh, but after a moment she starts to look a little worried. "You have better fighters around here, surely? I mean, I know Jon came back to life and all but we'll probably need a legion of him to defeat the Dead..."
Winterfell might be cold, but its people are not, and Jane is pleasantly surprised by the Northerners' hospitality. Even if they're pretty much gearing up for a war unlike any of them might've ever seen, they're all friendly and pleasant that evening, chatting up the Skywalkers as though they've been allies in forever.
As much as she likes meeting new people and making new friends, however, at some point it gets a little overwhelming, so she scoots over to her mother, bringing two gobletsful of summerwine. She hands one to Hannah, grinning. "You're not going to say no to one more, are you?" Jane herself is starting to get addicted to the stuff, already making a mental note to take home a few bottles.
She shakes her ahead, accepting the drink. "Regardless of what your father says, I do have manners. And I know it's terribly rude for a guest to say no to a drink." And to punctuate that, she raises her glass in a toast before taking a sip.
Hannah knows they have a lot of long days ahead of them. The feast might be last time they all get to truly relax until all of this is over, and she's trying to make the best of it. Things have been good, very good, since the children were small. As much as she and Luke have raised them to be strong and brave - she knows in many ways they're summer children, and she can only hope they're prepared.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jane's always been good at these kind of things.
1 - Welcome Feast With the Skywalkers coming to help, it should be a surprise to anyone that there's a big Welcome Feast in order to show them proper hospitality for their arrival and help in joining the battle against the Night King. It's not as grand as it could be, because there is a battle at hand soon enough. But the food is good, the wine and ale are flowing easily - with Rey's help he'd made sure to stock so they wouldn't run out, and there's good enough conversation. At least he'd hoped. It's a little awkward for Jon to host this, if only because he hadn't really been welcome any of the times Ned and Catelyn had held anything important when he was growing up, but Sansa also helps him through the formalities of some things to make sure there's no stepping on toes.
For some of it, he stays at the head table watching everyone in the Great Hall. Or watching one particular person that has his eyes dip down when he's been caught watching her. Though the chair to his left is vacant should someone want to approach and talk to him now that dinner is over.
For some of the night, he also stands and weaves his way through the crowd to talk to people, his own men and some of the Skywalkers as well. He does want to make sure that they're finding themselves okay in Winterfell so far, that there's nothing wrong as yet at least, and if there is something missing, that they have an easy time telling him.
[ Feel free to catch him at the table or while he's wandering around chatting. ]
2 - Planning It's late out, late enough that most are in bed and asleep or headed that way shortly. But there are lights on in the library where the war maps are spread out on the table for all to see. They've had a few meetings over the maps, over the movement of troops but things aren't fully agreed upon yet. And Jon can't sleep the closer this war seems to slide toward them, march toward them. The defenses are almost done, and yet there's something gnawing at Jon in the night. So here he stands, hands on the table as he looks over the map.
He should be in bed, sleeping to be well rested. But he can't turn his brain off. The hearth behind him is small but it warms the room well enough that he's draped his cloak over the chair next to him, still in his leathers from the day, hair still pulled back into a bun to keep it out of the way. If he stares harder or longer, he may just burn a hole into the maps as his fingers drum slightly against the thick wood of the table.
3 - Godswoods It's a quiet afternoon, or as quiet as you can get when you have armies and soldiers milling about, preparing the Keep to withstand battle. But Jon's needed a minute to just breathe and clear his head. The Godswood have always been a good place to do that. Even with the clutter of noises going on around the Keep, just stepping into the Godswood everything seems to fall muted and quiet, like the Gods have granted this space a little bubble to be in its own world.
In that bubble, Jon settles on the bench in front of the heart tree with a sigh. Ghost follows easily, settling at his feet after a long stretch out. The direwolf's paws rest over his foot, almost like his friend is telling him yes, you need to take a breather. Planning for war isn't easy, especially not against an enemy that can turn your own dead against you once they fall. His head falls back to rest against the tree and his eyes close briefly, looking almost at peace as he lets the area slide calm into him.
Though, he'd welcome any company should they be interested in joining him. There's space on the bench next to him.
4) Wildcard Choose your own adventure and come at him!
Things hadn’t looked terrific for Winterfell, and the situation only grew more grave as more and more of the correspondence Jon had sent out asking for aid to the threat that bore down on Westeros went unanswered. When the Skywalkers arrived from their islands Rey had begun to feel slightly optimistic for the first time in a long time. Whatever their numbers she knew Winterfell would stand and fight, but not being completely doomed was nice - plus, she had the feeling at least a few of these Skywalkers were magic. Hope could be thin on the ground in the North, as outnumbered as they feared they were, maybe a little magic would come in handy.
It’s these thoughts and a healthy amount of wine that buoy Rey through the welcoming feast, chumming around with a few of the men she was friendlier with as she meandered the room, trying not to cast too many curious glances in the direction of the Skywalker family. Raising her eyebrows as she paused at Jon’s side in a rare moment that he wasn’t involved in a conversation she looked at the King in the North inquisitively. “Think we’ve got a good chance now?” Against the White Walkers not even a good chance was that great, but it was better than nothing. “Why are they all so pretty? Is that what warm weather does to a person?”
Part of him hadn't been surprised that most of Westeros had ignored his requests for aid, everyone had been far too busy vying over the Iron Throne. The problem is, if they didn't take care of this threat now, there wouldn't be anyone save the Night King left to sit on the Iron Throne, ruling over a land of the dead. He was grateful that the Skywalkers answered the call, that they'd believed in the threat and had decided to offer their air. Which is also why he'd been insistent on a nice Welcome Feast for them, to show Winterfell's gratitude at the help they were offering. And after meeting them, Jon would agree with Rey, there definitely felt like there was something among them that was a little extra to help them come out of this battle victorious.
His lips lift into a smile as Rey settles at his side and he glances over at the Queen and the Princess at Rey's questions. "I think we definitely have a better chance against the White Walkers and winning this. Though it would have been better if any of the Westeros houses had been as believing and willing to align as House Skywalker." He's never been a man to boast or lie about things, always straight forward with his answers, but he does follow it with, "But we're definitely better than we were." Because Better is good. Better could be all they need to get through this Night War.
Though her other questions earn a chuckle as he dips his head. "I am not sure, but I'd like to know that myself. I wouldn't consider Cersei a particularly beautiful woman and she's in the warm weather of King's Landing, though maybe that's just because she's ugly on the inside too and it's showing." He doesn't particularly like the Lannister, any of them really, but especially Cersei for what she'd done to Sansa. "I'm not sure I would ask them either. Just appreciate their prettiness instead."
Hannah's never been one for politics and it's luckily she can mostly leave all that to Luke. There's no getting out of it now that they're in Winterfell, especially tonight. Luke sticks close to her side most of the night but later in the evening he wanders off to check on the children. Hannah's content to people watch and sip at her ale, but she does flash Jon a grin as he approaches. She'd have to be blind to miss the way he looks (and then pointedly doesn't look) at Jane. She'll get to that.
"If I'd known about your hospitality, I would have insisted we come North much sooner," she teases. "It's almost enough to forget about the chill in the air."
Truthfully, most people would probably have to be blind to miss the way he's been watching Jane, because he's not a very subtle person since he's not really done this before. Much as he thinks he's being subtle. Sansa's rolled her eyes at her brother and left him to sink or swim on his own with the Princess, partially because she doesn't want to get in the middle of it and partially because she's still refraining judgment for getting involved with the Skywalkers in more than an alliance capacity until she knows them better.
Jon chuckles at her comment, bowing his head a little. "We're a very hospitable people," he offers with a grin. And to be fair, the Northerners love their ale and wine, because as she's said, it helps to stave off the chill in the air by warming the blood instead. "We have extra furs and wood for the hearths if you need more warmth in your room though. Just let one of us know and we'll be sure to make sure you all stay warm."
1. Colder Than Advertised It hadn't been in question when the raven arrived at the islands, bearing the news. The White Walkers are real, and help is required. Of course they were going to come to the required aid. It was just a shame that Winterfell was a lot colder than any of them had expected, even if Grandmother did insist that they all packed furs. Grandmother was a smart woman.
Still, he stands on the battlements at night, looking out at the night sky, pulling his cloak around him in an attempt to keep warm. How many nights left till they start to fight? Maybe that will keep things warmer.
2. Training Keeps You Sharp Ben took note of the training yards as early as he could, and made a point of being down there as often as he could. He would spar against anyone who was willing to fight opposite him, determined to make sure that his skills were as sharp as possible for the upcoming battle. The latest opponent yielded and he looked around.
"Who's next?"
3. Wildcard Come at me with anything you can think of!
Off to the side, and very subtly concealed behind the bear Rey was serving as spectator while the prince sparred. If asked she would explain that she was very clearly just on a fact finding mission - determining whether or their new guests were going to be any help against the rising threat of the White Walkers.
And for the most part that was true - however, she was also just plain staring at him, peering out from behind the back of Ringo, hopefully not noticeable.
The bear was very noticable, and Ben did keep looking up and glancing over at it. He was understandably a bit wary because it did just stare. Or at least, that's how it felt to him.
Though... "Are you watching the fights or the bear?"
Jon had been keeping a little distance from Ben since the Skywalkers had arrived. For one, he didn't want to distract from his friend's interest in the man, even if she hid behind her bear without saying a word. But he'd also noticed the scowl every time Ben looked over at him, which he's assuming has to do wtih the glances and attention he's shown Ben's sister since they arrived. Either way, he's been giving the man space.
But he'd also noticed the way Ben continued to train as much as possible. And he does train occasionally with his men though there'd been more things keeping him away for the most part. Until now. He's found himself wtih some time on his hands while Ben is fighting. So he's among the men when the latest opponent yields, and he grabs one of the training swords as he moves into the yard further, making a clear impression that he's next. "Me."
"You feel it too, huh?" Jane asks, stepping up beside one of her older brothers. She looks up at the night sky too, but it's almost like she's staring right through instead of at it.
She doesn't mean the cold, though, because after a moment she adds, very quietly, as though anything louder than a whisper would be picked up by the Night King, "It's going to be bad." Not that her behavior or comments should be any surprise to Ben, since everyone in the family knows she has the Sight, both able to see visions and to see through the eyes of other creatures.
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Rey ✨ Star Wars ✨ Has bear will travel
Out in the courtyard Ringo Grar was sat back on his massive shaggy haunches, large paws in his lap and his head tilted up towards the sky, looking every inch a beloved pet getting the affectionate scratching of a lifetime. Behind him, far smaller than the bear itself Rey worked over the bear’s deep colored fur with a stout wooden brush with coarse boar bristles. Half listening to the clash of swords as a few men took to sparring their afternoon away, Rey muttered affectionately at the bear as he let out a happy little groan.
“Oh look at you, just coming to pieces you big lump,” wrapping her free arm around Ringo to give him a hug while she brushed at his shoulders she laughed a little bit as the bear’s tongue lolled contenedely out of his mouth. “This great warbeast love of mine,” she mumbled affectionately at the animal, squeezing it in a hug before resuming the task of grooming him. It was unfathomably cute, and by far one of her favorite parts of her weekly chores.
2) sleepless in winterfell
Not the greatest at getting to sleep and actually staying that way it isn’t much of an anomaly to see Rey by the hearth in the great hall at all hours of the night. Just beyond the long table that extended before the fireplace she sat on the warm stones, wrapped in a cloak as her focus was trained on the piece of wood and the knife she held, working on carving a little shape into the thick branch as her brows knit together. While ordinarily she reserved this kind of restlessness for the outdoors, being in front of the fireplace made it a simple matter to sweep the evidence of her toiling (or an out and out failure) into the embers to be destroyed.
At the sound of footsteps on the stones behind her she does just that, tucking the little bird shape into her cloak and out of sight as she straightens up to peer over the side of the table. “Bit late, don’t you think?” Not that she’s in any position to talk of course, but that isn’t something that has ever stopped Rey before. Whether or not it was one of the new guests to the keep mattered very little, she was prickly no matter who she was speaking to.
3) so many weird little bottles!
The hot springs under the keep provided a welcome relief from the biting chill that seemed to pervade everywhere else, though since their guests had arrived at least a few things had been different. For one, there were bottles and little canisters everywhere, covered in an assortment of scripts, some of which Rey could scarcely make out. Standing in warm water up to her waist and clad in a few strips of fabric strategically wrapped to keep her from exposing herself to any visitors Rey turned a small amethyst colored bottle around in her hands, squinting at the gold lettering before she carefully removed the stopper and had a sniff.
She regretted this choice immediately, capping the bottle again as she held it at arm’s length, all but thrusting it back onto the natural stone shelf it had been sitting on when she’d gotten there. What on earth were those Skywalkers doing down here? Rey had her suspicions that they might be a little bit magic, but she hadn’t ever heard that magic was meant to smell weird.
4) WILDCARD
Come at me fam! Brackets or prose I love it all, let's do awesome stuff.
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He pulled his cloak around him. "What are you doing?"
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"I'm not the greatest sleeper either," Rey shrugged slightly, rising from her seat on the floor as she delicately dusted a few stray wood shavings from the cloak. "Sometimes I practice carving at night," she muttered, pulling the little bird in progress out of her cloak, tossing it over for him to see.
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"Ringo has to be the most spoiled bear in all of the known world," he teases with a grin. It's a kind teasing, mostly just amused at just how happy the bear looks as he's being brushed. He's pretty sure Ringo rolls around a little extra sometimes to get a little extra brushing when he knows that it's time for grooming.
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Bending slightly to begin work on brushing the bear's stomach after Ringo had let out another yell, grabbing Ghost and hugging the massive Dire Worlf as though Ghost were his best friend she laughed. "And how could I not spoil him? You're lucky I don't start grooming Ghost so he knows how good the good life can be."
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Princess Jane of the Everglam 🦄
2 • THE SAVAGES WHO WORSHIP TREES
3 • WAR MAKES MONSTERS OF US ALL
4 • WILDCARD
1 - ohhh is this where they find the dragons? Are the eggs calling to her?
"Jane?" He calls gently, hoping he won't startle her as he comes up behind her. Though seeing that she looks cold despite her cloak he shifts his off and drapes his own warm cloak around her shoulders without question or comment, hoping it will help to keep her warm. "Is everything okay? Are you looking for something down here?" Because what else would potentially bring her down here, save for looking for something. Though what she might be looking for, he's not sure either.
yaaaas MOTHER OF DRAGONS Y'ALL 😏🥳
She's not cold cold, really, but then he's draping his cloak around her and she can't help the blush that stain her cheeks; fortunately it's dark enough for him not to notice. Hopefully. "Aye, I'm alright." She hesitates for a moment. "Something... woke me. I don't know what it was, but I can feel it." She gazes out into the darkness ahead of them, stretching further down the crypt. "There."
She's the Mother of Dragons we deserve! 😏😏😏
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Of course that didn’t mean Jane’s triumph wasn’t met with thunderous applause from the scrappy young lady sitting on the very large bear. The man she’d bested wasn’t one of Rey’s favorite people - and she’d heard her fair share of ‘fight like a girl’ tinged nonsense in her time at the keep from him as well. It was good to know that she had help keeping that idiot quiet now. Sliding off the side of the bear she considered picking up her practice weapon to challenge the princess for a bit of fun, but instead she strode over to Jane, clapping her on the shoulder appreciatively. “He’s an arsehole, well done Princess.”
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She's still grinning when her friend bounds over and claps her on the shoulder. Animals are great judges of character and a girl with a companion for life like Ringo Grar is definitely someone she would like. "I kind of figured," she agrees with a laugh, but after a moment she starts to look a little worried. "You have better fighters around here, surely? I mean, I know Jon came back to life and all but we'll probably need a legion of him to defeat the Dead..."
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As much as she likes meeting new people and making new friends, however, at some point it gets a little overwhelming, so she scoots over to her mother, bringing two gobletsful of summerwine. She hands one to Hannah, grinning. "You're not going to say no to one more, are you?" Jane herself is starting to get addicted to the stuff, already making a mental note to take home a few bottles.
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Hannah knows they have a lot of long days ahead of them. The feast might be last time they all get to truly relax until all of this is over, and she's trying to make the best of it. Things have been good, very good, since the children were small. As much as she and Luke have raised them to be strong and brave - she knows in many ways they're summer children, and she can only hope they're prepared.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jane's always been good at these kind of things.
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Jon Snow | King in the North
With the Skywalkers coming to help, it should be a surprise to anyone that there's a big Welcome Feast in order to show them proper hospitality for their arrival and help in joining the battle against the Night King. It's not as grand as it could be, because there is a battle at hand soon enough. But the food is good, the wine and ale are flowing easily - with Rey's help he'd made sure to stock so they wouldn't run out, and there's good enough conversation. At least he'd hoped. It's a little awkward for Jon to host this, if only because he hadn't really been welcome any of the times Ned and Catelyn had held anything important when he was growing up, but Sansa also helps him through the formalities of some things to make sure there's no stepping on toes.
For some of it, he stays at the head table watching everyone in the Great Hall. Or watching one particular person that has his eyes dip down when he's been caught watching her. Though the chair to his left is vacant should someone want to approach and talk to him now that dinner is over.
For some of the night, he also stands and weaves his way through the crowd to talk to people, his own men and some of the Skywalkers as well. He does want to make sure that they're finding themselves okay in Winterfell so far, that there's nothing wrong as yet at least, and if there is something missing, that they have an easy time telling him.
[ Feel free to catch him at the table or while he's wandering around chatting. ]
2 - Planning
It's late out, late enough that most are in bed and asleep or headed that way shortly. But there are lights on in the library where the war maps are spread out on the table for all to see. They've had a few meetings over the maps, over the movement of troops but things aren't fully agreed upon yet. And Jon can't sleep the closer this war seems to slide toward them, march toward them. The defenses are almost done, and yet there's something gnawing at Jon in the night. So here he stands, hands on the table as he looks over the map.
He should be in bed, sleeping to be well rested. But he can't turn his brain off. The hearth behind him is small but it warms the room well enough that he's draped his cloak over the chair next to him, still in his leathers from the day, hair still pulled back into a bun to keep it out of the way. If he stares harder or longer, he may just burn a hole into the maps as his fingers drum slightly against the thick wood of the table.
3 - Godswoods
It's a quiet afternoon, or as quiet as you can get when you have armies and soldiers milling about, preparing the Keep to withstand battle. But Jon's needed a minute to just breathe and clear his head. The Godswood have always been a good place to do that. Even with the clutter of noises going on around the Keep, just stepping into the Godswood everything seems to fall muted and quiet, like the Gods have granted this space a little bubble to be in its own world.
In that bubble, Jon settles on the bench in front of the heart tree with a sigh. Ghost follows easily, settling at his feet after a long stretch out. The direwolf's paws rest over his foot, almost like his friend is telling him yes, you need to take a breather. Planning for war isn't easy, especially not against an enemy that can turn your own dead against you once they fall. His head falls back to rest against the tree and his eyes close briefly, looking almost at peace as he lets the area slide calm into him.
Though, he'd welcome any company should they be interested in joining him. There's space on the bench next to him.
4) Wildcard
Choose your own adventure and come at him!
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It’s these thoughts and a healthy amount of wine that buoy Rey through the welcoming feast, chumming around with a few of the men she was friendlier with as she meandered the room, trying not to cast too many curious glances in the direction of the Skywalker family. Raising her eyebrows as she paused at Jon’s side in a rare moment that he wasn’t involved in a conversation she looked at the King in the North inquisitively. “Think we’ve got a good chance now?” Against the White Walkers not even a good chance was that great, but it was better than nothing. “Why are they all so pretty? Is that what warm weather does to a person?”
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His lips lift into a smile as Rey settles at his side and he glances over at the Queen and the Princess at Rey's questions. "I think we definitely have a better chance against the White Walkers and winning this. Though it would have been better if any of the Westeros houses had been as believing and willing to align as House Skywalker." He's never been a man to boast or lie about things, always straight forward with his answers, but he does follow it with, "But we're definitely better than we were." Because Better is good. Better could be all they need to get through this Night War.
Though her other questions earn a chuckle as he dips his head. "I am not sure, but I'd like to know that myself. I wouldn't consider Cersei a particularly beautiful woman and she's in the warm weather of King's Landing, though maybe that's just because she's ugly on the inside too and it's showing." He doesn't particularly like the Lannister, any of them really, but especially Cersei for what she'd done to Sansa. "I'm not sure I would ask them either. Just appreciate their prettiness instead."
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"If I'd known about your hospitality, I would have insisted we come North much sooner," she teases. "It's almost enough to forget about the chill in the air."
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Jon chuckles at her comment, bowing his head a little. "We're a very hospitable people," he offers with a grin. And to be fair, the Northerners love their ale and wine, because as she's said, it helps to stave off the chill in the air by warming the blood instead. "We have extra furs and wood for the hearths if you need more warmth in your room though. Just let one of us know and we'll be sure to make sure you all stay warm."
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Prince Ben of House Skywalker
It hadn't been in question when the raven arrived at the islands, bearing the news. The White Walkers are real, and help is required. Of course they were going to come to the required aid. It was just a shame that Winterfell was a lot colder than any of them had expected, even if Grandmother did insist that they all packed furs. Grandmother was a smart woman.
Still, he stands on the battlements at night, looking out at the night sky, pulling his cloak around him in an attempt to keep warm. How many nights left till they start to fight? Maybe that will keep things warmer.
2. Training Keeps You Sharp
Ben took note of the training yards as early as he could, and made a point of being down there as often as he could. He would spar against anyone who was willing to fight opposite him, determined to make sure that his skills were as sharp as possible for the upcoming battle. The latest opponent yielded and he looked around.
"Who's next?"
3. Wildcard
Come at me with anything you can think of!
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And for the most part that was true - however, she was also just plain staring at him, peering out from behind the back of Ringo, hopefully not noticeable.
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Though... "Are you watching the fights or the bear?"
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But he'd also noticed the way Ben continued to train as much as possible. And he does train occasionally with his men though there'd been more things keeping him away for the most part. Until now. He's found himself wtih some time on his hands while Ben is fighting. So he's among the men when the latest opponent yields, and he grabs one of the training swords as he moves into the yard further, making a clear impression that he's next. "Me."
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"The King himself," Ben said, ducking his head in reverence. "I'm honoured."
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She doesn't mean the cold, though, because after a moment she adds, very quietly, as though anything louder than a whisper would be picked up by the Night King, "It's going to be bad." Not that her behavior or comments should be any surprise to Ben, since everyone in the family knows she has the Sight, both able to see visions and to see through the eyes of other creatures.
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"Any idea how bad?" It feels like a stupid question, in some respect, but forewarned was forearmed, after all.
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