❅ Fifteen (Video)

[stonebird]

(Her eyes are red rimmed and she looks like she has been forgoing sleep. There is a bunch of bound paper, neatly tied with pieces of leather, before her and she is using a quill to write. Yet the tip on the writing utensil has broken and so she is having to make another, sharpening it with a small knife.)

If it isn't asking for too much, will you please tell me your best memories? You needn't go into detail; you can even change some details if you wish. All I want to hear are good stories; stories that end with happiness.

(Some warmth to drive out the chill of Winter and loss.)

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[iron_beneath_beauty]

Would you like a memory of your father as a boy?

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[stonebird]

If you feel comfortable telling me, Aunt. (She doesn't want to cause more pain.)

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[iron_beneath_beauty]

It doesn't hurt me to speak about your father.

[Brandon and her lord father on the other hand, that was still a bit much.]

He was sent to the Vale, but I was still old enough to grow up alongside him. He used to spar with Benjen in the courtyard, teaching him to wield a sword. Sometimes he let me play with them.

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[stonebird]

Then I would love to hear of him and you. (There is so much she doesn't know. She should have asked her parents a thousand questions instead of pretending they would always be around.)

Play? I imagine you were deft with the sword despite your age. Arya was like that with a bow.

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[iron_beneath_beauty]

I don't know if I can claim to have any sort of expertise, but I knew enough to knock Benjen down, no matter what age he was. I could wield a lance well enough to not get thrown in a tourney.

[But that was more about horsemanship than anything.]

Ned was always willing to teach me, if I pestered him enough.