Hi, I'm Jio. Here are my thoughts for the day.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
(Source: aryastarks)
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
“Their voices echoed through the yards and halls until the castle rang and it seemed as though some great pack of direwolves haunted Winterfell, instead of only two… two where there had once been six. Do they miss their brothers and sisters too? Bran wondered. Are they calling to Grey Wind and Ghost, to Nymeria and Lady’s Shade? Do they want them to come home and be a pack together?”
...and Grey Wind was at the king’s side once more. Where he belongs.
He tried to think back on the madness at the inn, but all he could remember was the best, gaunt and grey and terrible. It was too large to be a common wolf. A direwolf, then. It had to be. He had never seen an animal move so fast. Like a grey wind… Could Robb have returned to the North?
(A Storm of Swords, Jon V.)
(Source: feu-follet)
The North Remembers
The Starks know no music but the howling of wolves.
(Source: meerareed)
Bran’s Summer came last. He was silver and smoke, with eyes of yellow gold that saw all there was to see. Smaller than Grey Wind, and more wary. Bran thought he was the smartest of the litter.
Part of you is Summer, and part of Summer is you.
(Source: meerareed)
(Source: rubyredwisp)
