#º ✧ 。𝒋𝒐𝒏 ― winter’s embrace warms the white wolf / verse.

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& .˚      lucerys   says   to   jon   (   sometimes   i   forget   to   just   stop   and   take   it   all   in.   )

and   perhaps   there   was   no   better   place   to   take   it   all   in   than   where   the   two   men   stood   ,   gazing   north   atop   the   wall   ,   the   icy   bite   of   the   wind   nipping   at   any   exposed   skin.   jon   had   long   since   grown   accustomed   to   the   frosty   conditions   –   just   how   the   southern   men   in   stannis'   camp   were   faring   ,   he   had   little   time   to   enquire.   still   ,   the   new   lord   commander   of   the   night's   watch   had   taken   the   time   to   escort   more   esteemed   of   those   up   to   the   top   of   the   wall   to   gaze   out   upon   the   vast   region   of   ice   beyond.   the   turtle   of   estermont   ,   the   crow   of   morrigen   ,   the   spirals   of   massey   (   and   oh   how   he   wished   robb   were   here   to   witness   him   recall   such   knowledge   from   their   boyhood   )   wandered   about.   but   away   from   the   core   group   ,   closer   to   jon   himself   ,   stood   the   boy   man   who   spoke   first.   a   silver   seahorse   signalled   @kipagircs   to   be   a   velaryon...   but   his   first   name   was   lost   on   jon.

“   there   is   often   little   time   to   take   a   moment   to   look   about   ”   voice   gruff   ,   northern   twang   choking   words   in   an   attempt   to   be   poetic   enough.   “   'nd   sometimes   to   look   out   here   too   long   ,   its   too   much   to   even   take   in   ...   ”