@celt-miilo
cold and clear the water rushed, icy over hands plunged into it. at its deepest water ran deep as forest’s depths, the forest which held no fears for her. (it was, in tree and ice and flowing water, her head, her heart, her very soul, she knew it well as she knew herself.) dalla had gone too, sometimes, before mance rayder’s babe had stopped her - - even then, dalla’s feet never wished to wander so deep as val’s, never felt so right in the snow and the trees.
south of the wall no ladies walked free among the trees, she had heard - - accompanied ever by scores of people, guarded within inches of life. with hair left free to tumble about her shoulders, a candlelight gleam in the weak rays of sun. that head lifts, turns and pauses, still and listening. fingers trace light upon the pale knife at her hip.
“if you think to steal me from the woods, you will leave with less than what you came here with, not more.”
