#cfblckfyre

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for @cfblckfyre from here

By all means, he was entirely in his right to feel worried. These people that he'd brought here were not patient folks. The rumblings of discontent kept Kal up most nights, the grumblings of the men and women who had been all too thankful for Jon Snow's aid back when the white walkers were ripping their kids throats out and turning them into wights themselves. All too grateful for his secure safety, now grumbled because he was putting them at risk by letting them be out on this open ground surrounded by enemies of great force on every single side, outnumbered, out armed, and ultimately vulnerable. And while she understood the discontent - she felt uneasy, felt unsafe, had issues sleeping knowing that there was a man out there over eager to slit her throat - it angered her to hear the little trust they put in this man who lead them now. Trembling fingers tugged her white pelt closer to her, angry gaze gliding sourly around the area they found themselves in.

"You are our leader, Jon Snow." The words were the softest that she'd spoken in quite a while now, her soft woman voice unfamiliar to even herself these days, she'd become more animal than human, slowly evolving into the she-wolf her enemies claimed her to be. "People will never be content with you. There will always be some snob whispering death wishes under his breath. T'is your job as our leader to take that and tell them to, politely, fuck off." Gaze slowly drawing itself back to the young northern wolf, she found herself studying him. God's he was not nearly as wild looking as the rest of her people, but he definitely had the attitude to fit in. "It's mostly the older crowd that's angry. We're vulnerable here. We don't know our way around, we don't know these people, there are things of myth here - there are dragons flying above our heads. All of this is unfamiliar and dangerous, and you have to expect some people are gonna flee from it."

Sucking in a breath, a hand raised, pushing bouncy curls away from her face, shaking her head slowly afterward. "You don't have to fear betrayal here, Snow. My sister, my soulmate chose you. Karsi chose you, Jon. And she was a very picky woman. She would do nothing that she did not believe a hundred and ten percent to be right. She believed you to be the right, and the only right, option. I'll honor her decision with every breath I have. As long as I live, you don't have to worry about betrayal being fatal. Any man who raises his sword to you raises it to me. And I have never lost to no mere man." A grin, devious, a grin, a haunting reminder of a wild girl who used to tear people apart for fun spread across her lips. A warning sign that chaos was to come. "If I hear any rumblings about stabbing ya in the back, I'll make sure to cut their filthy traitors hands off before they get the chance. You have my word. I follow you, from the North to the South, from Westeros to Essos, from this life to the next."

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Jon blinked up at the small, unusual man in front of him. They had not been properly introduced, but he easily recognised him from various gossip and descriptions: one of the Reeds. He remembered with a pang the stories his father used to tell about life with Howland Reed, who had fought with him in Robert’s Rebellion. There was that odd sensation, as he had so often these days, of time crossing and recrossing, repeating itself like an ancient tapestry.

“I am no man to deny that,” he shrugged, gesturing to the seat opposite him. “In my experience, they are more often deceptive than not - but that raises the inevitable question: what about my appearance is deceiving you, I wonder?”

Jojen held in place for a moment, not bothering in the slightest to hide that he was staring intently at the older man, his piercing green eyes unblinking before he seemed to come back to the present and move at a sedate place to the indicated seat. Settling himself, Jojen held his hands in his lap and again spent several moment assessing the man before him, The Lord Commander.

“Only a fool would.” he eventually spoke, voice soft and unhurried, “Though, to answer your wonderings, several things.” Again, he waited perhaps too long before continuing, “They call you Lord Commander but you are more than that. You’ve seen more, done more. Gazed into the eyes of the dead who gaze back. Beyond that wall... here. You are more.”