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Will went in front, his shaggy little garron picking the way carefully through the undergrowth. A light snow had fallen the night before, and there were stones and roots and hidden sinks lying just under its crust, waiting for the careless and the unwary. Ser Waymar Royce came next, his great black destrier snorting impatiently.
We have Hawk Eye Mihawk, with his terrifying golden eyes and his legendary sword, Yoru. While his chosen weapon is not actually convenient nor conventional, we cannot deny that the greatest swordsman in the world has style. His only mode of transportation is his little boat. Does that mean he sleeps in that thing?
Royce paused a moment, staring off into the distance, his face reflective. A cold wind whispered through the trees. His great sable cloak stirred behind like something half alive.Royce slid gracefully from his saddle.
The breath of man and horse mingled, steaming, in cold morning air as his lord father had the man cut down from the wall and dragged before them. Robb and Jon sat tall and still on their horses, with Bran between them on his pony, trying to seem older than seven, trying to pretend that he had seen all this before. A faint wind blew through the holdfast gate.
A cold wind was blowing out the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. All day, Will had felt as though something were watching him, something cold and implacable that loved him not. Gared had felt it too. Will wanted nothing so much as to ride hellbent for the safety of their Wall, but that was not a feeling to share with your commander.
Will threaded their way through a thicket, then started up the slope to the low ridge where he had found his vantage point under a sentinel tree. Under the thin crust of snow, the ground was damp and muddy, slick footing, with rocks and hidden roots to trip you up. Will made no sound as he climbed.
Behind him, he heard the soft metallic slither of the lordlings ring mail. The rustle of leaves, and muttered curses as reaching branches grabbed at his longsword and tugged on his splendid sable cloak.The great sentinel was right there at the top of the ridge, where Will had known it would be, its lowest branches a bare foot off the ground.
The lordling seemed not to hear him. He studied the deepening twilight in that half bored, half distracted way he had. Will had ridden with the knight long enough to understand that it was best not to interrupt him when he looked like that.
Will went in front, his shaggy little garron picking the way carefully through the undergrowth. A light snow had fallen the night before, and there were stones and roots and hidden sinks lying just under its crust, waiting for the careless and the unwary. Ser Waymar Royce came next, his great black destrier snorting impatiently.
We have Hawk Eye Mihawk, with his terrifying golden eyes and his legendary sword, Yoru. While his chosen weapon is not actually convenient nor conventional, we cannot deny that the greatest swordsman in the world has style. His only mode of transportation is his little boat. Does that mean he sleeps in that thing?
Royce paused a moment, staring off into the distance, his face reflective. A cold wind whispered through the trees. His great sable cloak stirred behind like something half alive.Royce slid gracefully from his saddle.
The breath of man and horse mingled, steaming, in cold morning air as his lord father had the man cut down from the wall and dragged before them. Robb and Jon sat tall and still on their horses, with Bran between them on his pony, trying to seem older than seven, trying to pretend that he had seen all this before. A faint wind blew through the holdfast gate.
A cold wind was blowing out the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. All day, Will had felt as though something were watching him, something cold and implacable that loved him not. Gared had felt it too. Will wanted nothing so much as to ride hellbent for the safety of their Wall, but that was not a feeling to share with your commander.
Will threaded their way through a thicket, then started up the slope to the low ridge where he had found his vantage point under a sentinel tree. Under the thin crust of snow, the ground was damp and muddy, slick footing, with rocks and hidden roots to trip you up. Will made no sound as he climbed.
Behind him, he heard the soft metallic slither of the lordlings ring mail. The rustle of leaves, and muttered curses as reaching branches grabbed at his longsword and tugged on his splendid sable cloak.The great sentinel was right there at the top of the ridge, where Will had known it would be, its lowest branches a bare foot off the ground.
The lordling seemed not to hear him. He studied the deepening twilight in that half bored, half distracted way he had. Will had ridden with the knight long enough to understand that it was best not to interrupt him when he looked like that.
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