Erratic and capricious. Is pleased by most blue things. Likes to dream of tweed, and black cats, and coffee, and out-of-print novels. Badly whistles Belle & Sebastian songs when nervous. Inept conversationalist. Somewhat adept writer.
They never knew my sons. Never watched Bran climb with their hearts in their throats, pride and terror so mingled they seemed as one, never heard him laugh, never smiled to see Rickon trying so fiercely to be like his older brothers.