( for @qeldlie , from WYNAFRYD )
it is an unfair trick, she thinks, that they must look like human children. it lowers some defense in her, makes it difficult to think of them as she might wish : a threat, a danger to the freedom of the north, perhaps. for who knew what their MOTHER wished, what she would take. (had robb stark died for this, she wonders? that some new conqueror queen might be ushered in?) “they are seals,” she says, hides doubt with a smile. “down upon those rocks. they come here for the fish. cumbersome on land, perhaps, but in the sea they seem to fly. have you seen their like before?”















