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7deadlycinderellas · 6 years ago

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The Second of Spring

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Sansa

Sansa expects anger the next morning, she expects disbelief. She expects someone (Father most likely, or maybe Robb) to have to be talked down from racing after them.

Sansa does not expect this.

The day is clear, and warmer than it has been in ages. The snow on the stable roofs has begun to turn to slush, horses being led out taking time to try and lick at it before being pulled away.

Everyone is energized by the sudden warmth, and this leads them all apart. Sansa doesn’t even see her parents while breaking her fast, and Bran leaves after only a few minutes to chase after Maester Luwin.

It’s not even until the evening meal, when, during Robb and Father discussing road clearing, when Father suddenly stops and changes topics,

“Has anyone seen Arya?”

Suddenly Sansa her face redden and her mouth force itself shut, while everyone else chatters

“One of the servants said she wasn’t in her bed this morning, but she does get up early sometimes.”

“Bran were you two causing mischief again?”

“No, I was with Maester Luwin all day.”

“I didn’t see her in town either,” Robb comments.

“Sansa was she with you when you were with the Septa?”

Sansa shakes her head, still squeezing her mouth shut.

They go back and forth for a few more minutes. It’s not even all that serious even. Everyone seems to assume there must be a reason.

Then Father makes a move to call over someone to start a search, when Sansa can’t hold herself anymore, and lets it out.

It’s not in words though. It’s a noise, like halfway between a sigh and a squeak.

It gets everyone’s eyes on her though. Sansa doesn’t like it, she’s never liked being put on the spot, even for something good. So once she realizes everyone is staring, she reaches into her pouch, pulls out the scrolls and hands them out without saying a word.

She’d sent off Jon’s earlier that morning. To her eye, it had felt the fattest, which made sense to her. Arya had always been close to Jon, she probably had a lot to say to him.

Robb’s isn’t too thick, and he’s always been good with his letters. Sansa can tell immediately when he’s finished reading, because he starts laughing.

Hard.

No one else reacts though.

Bran is the next. Somehow he doesn’t seem too moved. He ends by setting it aside and returning to his dinner with a soft, “That explains a few things”.

Mother and Father both take their time, and their expressions are solemn.

Then Mother puts down her paper and cracks a smile.

“Your sister could always be counted on to take things into her own hands.”

Father is the only one who looks pained as he finishes his letter, the longest one here. When he’s done, he sets it down on the table and rubs his eyes.

Then he meets Sansa’s gaze.

“She trusted you with this?”

Sansa can barely convince herself to nod. Inside she’s all warm though. Arya had trusted her with this, and that felt terribly important.

Father sighs.

“Be careful what you wish for they always say.”

“We did so wish the two of you would get along,” Mother adds.

Father stands, and gestures to Robb and Bran.

“The two of you, prep to leave tomorrow and follow them. I don’t want you to try and bring them back- not that I even think you could, you both know what your sister’s like when she’s made up her mind- but check on them. And once everyone gets to Storm’s End, try and get a feel for the going-ons there. See if you think Renly’s up to anything suspicious. There’s a few things I’d like to check into on the way as well, but I’ll bring you up to speed on those a bit later.”

Bran and Robb get up to attend to this. Robb looks dutiful, but Bran looks excited.

“And Bran, when the two of you return, I think it’s time we discuss you becoming a squire.”

Bran leaves to follow off his brother suddenly looking as if he’s on cloud nine.

“Are you really worried that Renly might have some sort of agenda?” Mother asks.

“Renly’s never feuded with his brothers; Robert and Stannis did enough for all three of them. But there are persistent rumours about him, specifically about his ability to produce heirs, so I feel it’s worthy to check up on.”

Sansa feels her heart sink. She had never thought this would be any bigger than just their family. She looks at Mother, who’s still smiling a bit, but also looks quite burdened.

“Are...are you really not angry at her?” Sansa asks carefully.

Mother takes a deep breath in. “Sometimes storms come out of nowhere. But sometimes you see them coming, dark clouds on the horizon and the smell of rain in the air.”

“We knew better than to promise your sister’s hand to anyone, especially without her consent. Her not being a firstborn made that easy enough.”

“You can prepare for a storm, take precautions. You can pray it will pass you by, but you cannot stop it.”

Well, that analogy seemed far too appropriate, considering where Arya was going. Sansa tries to pull up anything she knows about the Stormlands, and can’t recall anything other than them being known for being, well, stormy.

“Though now it feels as though I invited the storm into the front door.”

And with that, Father gets up to leave, but Mother remains at the table. Neither her or Sansa has touched their roast pork. Mother lifts her fork and takes a bite.

“I’m ashamed to say I never paid much attention to the boy.”

There’s a pause, and Mother looks at her long and deep.

“Did you? Did he seem good to her at least?”

Sansa nods sympathetically. “She told me she spent so much of her life thinking no one would love her without having to change herself, and that Gendry never once wished that of her.”

Mother breaks her gaze and returns to her food.

“Her naming day is in a fortnite. She will be seven and ten already. This game we play will take all of you from us at some point. I was so grateful for this winter, keeping us all together just a little while longer. But it seems winter too must end.”

Sansa and Mother finish their meal in silence, and Sansa leaves.

Dwelling on her mother’s words, she is suddenly grasped by a thought that fills her with glee.

Not only had Arya, wild, untamed Arya, gotten married, she’d been the first of her siblings to do so.

Ned

“Have you decided if we should do anything to punish Sansa?”

Ned was still sitting up though him and Cat had retired some time ago. The day had been long and was still weighing heavily on his mind.

“I don’t see what good it would do. She’s never needed convincing to behave before, and I fear it might threaten her romantic heart.”

Cat was already stretched out in their bed.

“With spring coming, we should send out invitations to other families seeking matches for some of the others. “

Ned nods to himself, as mixed about the slow loss of his children to marriage as Cat had been earlier.

Cat laughs to herself softly again.

“I really was so certain Sansa would be first. If not her, Robb.”

“Arya befuddled all of us. At least we didn’t actually have to deal with Sansa marrying that Lannister brat.”

Ned pauses, suddenly deep in thought. Then he begins to laugh uproariously.

“I should write to Robert and tell him he got his wish. I’m not sure this is quite what he meant though.”

Arya

Dear Sansa

I’m writing along the road so I don’t forget anything. I don’t want to risk sending Lyanna before we reach Storm’s End. Without her, I won’t have an easy way to reach you. So maybe this will be more diary than letter. I’ll send it all at once.

We’re just in the middle of the group, helping Mya keep her herd together. Edric is in front, and the rest of his guard behind us. I never realized mules could go so much longer than horses, you couldn’t tell by looking at them.

Gendry’s never ridden much, and you can tell. Thankfully, Mya’s herd is so sturdy, or I would fear him toppling out of the saddle. It would be awful for him to have to spend the rest of the journey stuffed into a supply cart.

I picked him a handful of snowdrops the other day. Where we are, they’re already showing their heads through the snow. We can sleep beside each other when we camp, but there are so many people we haven’t been able to lie together since the night in the Godswood. I guess we could, but it wouldn’t be worth the jeering, though part of me is so desperate for him to touch me I think I might have to.

Seven hells, I’m starting to sound like you.

The birds are awake again, Gods above how I’ve missed it. We woke to them singing this morning, despite the remaining snow on the ground.

Gendry keeps asking me what I’m writing to you. Despite Father having made sure him and all his siblings knew their letters, I think it’s still a bit of a mystery to him. I almost want to make him write something to you himself. Father’s right, the vast majority of smallfolk being illiterate can only lead to others taking advantage.

We’re getting close to Moat Cailin, it would be a good shelter but the snow is still so heavy upon its buildings. I hope Bran takes the time to look at it, he always loved the stories about first First Men.

I really hope they’re not trying to be stealthy, because one of the guards told us we were being tailed the second day, and soon after gave us a description.

Wasn’t able to write again until we got through the Neck. It rained the entire time that we were on the causeway. A couple of times we stopped hard when Mya’s mules wouldn’t go another step until it slowed a bit. Stubborn as a mule indeed.

It’s spring for sure here though. I don’t think most of these trees are the kind that ever lose their leaves, and their all as green as can be. Flowers in all colors too, peak up through the swamp waters, and along the sides of the causeway.

Gendry asked me about the people who live here. I told him what little I knew of House Reed and the crannogmen. How they hunted frogs and fished to survive, how they were still fierce fighters who were hard to conquer, and how a single graze with a poisoned arrow could fell a grown man. He just gazed out over the swamp and said it rather looked like one of the hells. I told him others had probably said the same of Winterfell. One of the other guards kept making japes about mudmen. If only I could make him regret that. Father always spoke well of Howland Reed. Gendry bristled at the jokes too. He’s a bit sensitive at people being made a joke of just for the fact of their births. He and Jon would have much in common.

The rain doesn’t let up at night, but someone in Edric’s caravan had the foresight to pack lots of oilcloth. There’s no real way to keep a fire going, so our camp is always dark. The storms combined with the cover they give, and the darkness of the trees has given us the first semblance of privacy since Winterfell.

This last morning before we passed through the end of the Neck, it was only raining lightly. The early morning sunlight was just barely making its way through the tree canopy, and the rain caught some of the light in its drops. It made for a strangely beautiful morning. Mornings like this I could understand being a mudman, rowing a boat through it’s waters, no matter what the world thought of me.

Then Gendey rolled over underneath my arm, muttered something about when we’re going to be getting out of here. Apparently he doesn’t appreciate being wet.

I wish I could tell Robb and Bran to be careful. If the rain keeps up the way it’s been, the causeway could wash out.

The inn at the Crossroads is a nice break from sleeping on the ground.

It wasn’t terribly full, so Edric treated us all to mead, and his singer sang a few rounds. Everyone was happy. I’ve never realized, but it’s really much easier to get to know people when you’re dry and warm and well-fed. Edric’s a bit dramatic to be sure, but he spins a good yarn. Honestly, you would probably find him intriguing, but we’re already sisters, so I don’t fancy you marrying my husband’s half-brother.

That seems to be the high point for Gendry. Father bringing him to Winterfell not only led to him finishing his apprenticeship somewhere nicer than Flea Bottom and getting something resembling a formal education, but also gave him an actual family.

There’s even more, Edric says. More than him, and Mya and Barra. As far as the sources he’s followed has been able to find, Robert fathered at least ten more bastards. Gendry officially has more siblings than I do.

It’s wonderful having an actual bed to ourselves too. More details to tell you, but you’ll have to visit for them, I’m not writing them down.

We’ve reached King’s Landing, and the skies are now mostly clear almost every day. I was hoping that we might be able to avoid having to pass through the city itself, but the roads around it are still flooded from the spring rains.

Gendry’s been a bit cross about it for a few days. Bad memories he says. King’s Landing, to him it seems, is just memories of crushing poverty and his dead mother. Maybe I’ll sneak off and get us a couple of apricot tarts to bring up his mood.

We did have a very interesting encounter with another group of travelers leaving the city while we were still camped outside the walls. Jamie and Tyrion Lannister, traveling in the very early morning, with both Tommen and Myrcella. Ser Pounce was even napping on Tommen’s shoulder, though he’s not as spry looking as he used to be. We didn’t exchange much more than casual greetings, but Myrcella did get to tell me that it was decided that her and her brother would be better off in Casterly Rock for the time being. Suddenly I remembered that rumor I told you about, and I hope nothing bad happens to them. Neither of them deserve it.

Also, Tommen’s taller than me now. If you’re fine with being surrounded by kittens, you might still get a chance to wed a prince.

The route through the city didn’t take us through Flea Bottom thankfully, Gendry was really quiet the whole day. He barely even nibbled at the tart I smuggled him.

At night when we were camped outside the gate, he whispered to me that the times I used to pester him in the streets while fleeing the Red Keep were often the sole bright moments in his days.

The guards say there’s no more sign of our tail. I hope Robb and Bran are well.

They’ve build a bridge over the Blackwater Rush. I wasn’t looking forward to the ferry, and neither was Mya’s herd.

Edric says we’re really close now, a few days away. And all of a sudden, I’m nervous. Neither Gendry nor I have ever met Renly before, we only know him by reputation. Edric tried to put my mind at ease, saying Renly was very far from serious about anything, much less scheming and trickery.

And then Gendry pointed out that as a blacksmith, he can work pretty much anywhere. He told me that if we had to flee, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

I swear Sansa, some days I really still can’t believe he actually loves me.

Robb and Bran

The causeway had washed out. Badly. When the two of them had tried to ford through the riding water, Bran’s horse had become spooked and bolted. Robb has chased him into the marshes, and the two of them had become lost.

“What should we do?” Bran asks, seeming frightened and young again. His brother was nearly six and ten now, but once again sounded the role of the youngest child.

“We have to get back to the Kingsroad, it’s the only safe passage through the Neck”.

They do their best to follow the sun to find their way, but the canopy disguises it. And soon the rain begins to pour down even more heavily. Robb is beginning to despair.

Eventually they come to an area where the ground is fairly solid and covered by enough trees to be drier than what’s around it.

“We’ll stay here tonight. Try again in the morning.”

The ground is too soft to camp, so the two of them eat on horseback, and Bran volunteers to take first watch. Before Robb makes to try to sleep, as best as he could on the back of his horse, Bran comments.

“Going to be really mad if we go through all of this and Arya attacks us as soon as we get there.”

“Arya won’t attack us unless we try and take her home. Which we shouldn’t have to. You’ve spent time with Gendry, yes, he seemed like a good man to you right?”

Bran can agree to that.

“Still seems strange to me. I could never picture her in love, or as a wife.”

He also didn’t really understand what Gendry had seen in her.

“I could never picture it for any of you, you all seem so small to me still. “

“What about you?”

“Women are great, but I’ve never met one I wanted to spend all my life with.”

“That’s because you only meet girls with Theon.”

After that Robb finally manages to drift off, Bran stares off into the murky green-black darkness. It’s the strangest place Bran has ever spent the night, and he’s not sure he’ll be able to sleep when his turn comes. The swamp, rather unlike the forest, felt alive all around him, as if it had a blood and heartbeat all it’s own. There were chirps and squelching wet noises coming from things he could not see, and Bran feared something else would spook his horse.

After some time, he feels like his eyes have begun playing tricks on him. Spots of light seem to appear out in the darkness. In the shadows he thinks he might see a figure in one of the trees across the clearing.

Suitably ill at ease, Bran resists the urge to squeeze is eyes shut, and waits desperately for Robb to wake.

When he finally does, Bran thanks all the Gods, and tries to sleep. He barely makes it, when suddenly Robb is shaking him awake. It’s very early morning, only the tiniest hint of sunlight making it through.

And while there’s no figure crouching in the trees, there is a spot of lantern light across the horizon. It’s not coming closer though, it’s just hovering.

“Who are you?” Robb yells out into the semi-darkness. He doesn’t sound terribly lordly right now, but Bran doesn’t feel it either.

A figure emerges, holding the lantern in one hand, and a sharpened spear in the other. Bran can see that it’s a young woman, around Robb’s age, dressed in scale-leather, dark hair tied in a single braid.

She walks to them with confidence, and her spear clutched tight.

“I am Lady Meera, of House Reed. You are out of your place. State your reasons to be in our lands.”

Suddenly all the fear leaves Robb’s voice.

“Robb and Brandon, of House Stark. The section of the Kingsroad we were on is washed out, and we got lost. “

Meera looks them both over. She reminds Bran of Arya in a way, a similar wildness to her. He also notices that she’s rather beautiful, in a similarly wild way. She loosens her grip on her spear.

“My father, Howland Reed, spoke highly of your father.”

“And ours of yours”.

Meers nods to them.

“Follow me. You’re far from the Kingsroad, but we know other ways through the Neck. We’ll let you rest up and then get you on your way.

As Bran and Robb begin to follow Meera through the swamp, Bran notices several other people emerging from the darkness of the night. Several people in the dress of the Crannogmen, both on the ground and in the trees. Suddenly, last night seemed more normal.

And soon his gaze shifted back to Meera, leading them through the marsh.

Robb watches him warily.

“God’s above, Bran,” he thinks, “Not you too.”

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phosphorescent-naidheachd · 6 years ago

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GOT 8x01 liveblog below the cut:

--Love the new opening credits!

--Poor Missandei and Grey Worm look so uncomfortable rn

--Jon: “I had a choice: keep my crown or protect the North.” But that’s... not what we saw onscreen?? Not unless some variation of political!Jon is actually true. But knowing D&D, this may simply be their retconned explanation for the nonsensical writing last year. Well, that or Jon is trying to make his stupid decision look better in front of the lords.

--Sansa, I love you, but do you have to smirk when you raise your (very valid) concerns? It’s not helping anything and you have to know it.

--Yessss, mentions of the food shortage!! Now let’s see if they’ll actually do anything with it...

--Show!Dany, I’m still trying to like you, but you’re not exactly making it easy, what with the whole “whatever they like” reply to “What do dragons eat, anyway?”, and smirking when the dragons swooped in and scared the fuck out of everyone in the Winter Town. The Northerners haven’t given you the warmest of receptions and I understand your frustration over that fact, but that’s no reason to think their fear is funny.

--Ah, yes, the oh-so-subtle handholding in front of the entire hall. *sighs at Jon and Dany* [ETA: never mind, they aren’t actually holding hands... Dany is just resting one of her hands on Jon’s arm. Which isn’t all that much more subtle lol.]

--It’s 100% my shipper confirmation bias at work, but the way that they’ve blocked this scene really does make it feel like a Dany/Jon/Sansa love triangle to me. #sorrynotsorry That said, if TPTB choose to go a belligerent sexual tension route w/ Dany/Sansa I wouldn’t turn it down. ;-)

--They’re actually letting Arya show human emotion again? *tosses confetti in celebration*

--Bran and Jon reunion!! My Stark Feelings heart overfloweth.

--Sansa and Tyrion reunion! I like that they’re keeping that hint of tension between them over the way they parted.

--Tyrion: “Many underestimated you. Most of them are dead now.” Subtext: I have no intention of repeating their mistakes.

--Sansa: “I used to think you were the cleverest man alive.” Talk about a burn!

--OK, Bran is looking at Tyrion Significantly(TM) with music playing in the background almost ominously.

--Confirmation that Yara is alive!!! Also, she and Euron are a disturbing but kind of hilarious dynamic at the moment.

--The Arya and Jon reunion was A++. Sweet and heartfelt, but with a hint of underlying tension. And Arya’s comment that Sansa is the smartest person she knows just made my heart an even bigger pile of Stark Family mush.

--Oh, and the “Have you used it?” line re: Needle just hurts because it shows us and Arya how little Jon knows about what Arya has gone through and who she’s become. And Arya’s “once or twice” line just tore out my heart. She doesn’t want to tell Jon what she’s done, both because she’s afraid of how he’ll react and because that will finally make it real to her.

--I feel kind of terrible for Cersei. Yes, she’s made her own bed, but the fact that Euron Greyjoy is lying in it... *shudders* The fact that she’s still forced to resort to sleeping with a man she despises despite ostensibly being the most powerful woman in the realm is incredibly depressing.

--Ahhh, and now we have The Temptation of Bronn(TM)

--The rescue mission! Theon getting to shoot arrows!!

--Greyjoy sibling feelings!!!!

--And Theon is headed to Winterfell! ...He’s going to die there saving a Stark, isn’t he? *braces self for emotional pain*

-- ...you couldn’t have proposed this Jon/Dany marriage, oh, four or so episodes ago, Davos?? The mind still boggles that no one brought this very obvious diplomatic solution up on Dragonstone last season.

--Varys: “Nothing lasts.”

Camera: *pans to Jon & Dany*

Me: I n t e r e s t i n g

Also me: Is this foreshadowing, or a red herring to up the dramatic tension?

--Is that... something resembling a smile from Jon around Dany? And he actually looks like he might genuinely enjoy her presence and/or care about her? It’s a miracle! ...A miracle that we really could have used some of last season too, GOT!!

--“She doesn’t need to be my friend. But I am her queen. If she can’t respect me--” *nods* That’s more or less what I figured their initial dynamic would be like. And their attitudes make sense on both ends of the equation! (Note: I can’t decide whether that was a veiled threat from Dany or not; if so, though, she jumped to them pretty darn fast.) I’m curious to see where D&D go with this.

--Oh, only that many goats and sheep. *rolls eyes* I mean, I get it, the dragons are huge; they need a lot of fuel! But on the other hand, that’s an awful lot of food the people don’t get anymore... It’s a no-win situation.

--“They don’t like the North.” Huh, I wonder what it means that the literal breathing symbol of the Targs aren’t fans of being in the North. [/sarcasm]

--Look, I’m glad Dany feels comfortable enough around Jon to be playful, but... would it have been that difficult for her to give him one or two tips before he mounted this incredibly dangerous flying weapon of mass destruction??

--How are these waterfalls not completely frozen over?! It’s the North and it’s winter. I know, I know, I shouldn’t expect anything resembling realism from this show, but still...

--Ah, so Dany is the one who has the line about how they could “stay here a thousand years and no one would find us”, not Jon. But on the flip side, Jon has his eyes closed for the kiss, not open... at least, not until the dragons start to talk lol.

--Emilia Clarke has such a beautiful smile!

--Yeah, I’m still not feeling the J0n3rys ‘chemistry’. Oh well; you can’t win them all. At least they aren’t totally unbelievable as a couple this episode.

--Ugghhh, yet another joke about balls (or the lack thereof) in this episode.

--Arya and Gendry reunion? Arya and Sandor reunion? Yes!

--Wow, Arya/Gendry are so awkward together right now! Sweet, but awkward. And yeah, here come the shippy feelings again... I’m predictable that way lol.

--“As you wish, m’lady.” *squeals delightedly*

--“You don’t know any other rich girls.” The look on their faces!!

--Can I mention again how much I love that they’re letting Arya and Dany emote so far this episode? It makes a world of difference. Now all we need is for Bran to be allowed to show emotions...

--Ooohh, this must be the promised Jon/Sansa argument scene.

--Good. I’m glad that there are already some consequences from the lords for Jon having bent the knee... the decision would feel incredibly cheap otherwise.

--And already we have more emotion from Jon in this one scene than in all of his scenes with Dany combined. I’m not saying Jon/Sansa is where the show is going, but it still works much better for me than Jon/Dany does. YMMV, of course, and that’s as it should be.

--”Do you have any faith in me at all?” “You know I do.” <3 <3 <3

--*sighs* Jon, it’s all very well and good to say that Dany will be a good queen, but you could, I don’t know, give Sansa some examples to help her understand why you think that instead of just expecting her to go entirely on your word?

--Ah, this must be the scene with Sam and Dany!

--Oh, poor Sam. I’m so glad they’re letting him be upset about it, though. His dad may have been an abusive dick, but his brother wasn’t... and besides, emotions aren’t always that clear-cut.

--“Now’s the time.” OK, but why now? Why now? Also, is it just me or did Bran’s voice sound different there?

--Jon and Sam reunion!!!

--Ouch, poor Jon. This revelation was always going to hit him hard.

--Jon (in a whisper, looking horrified): “That’s treason.” Uh, Jon, that doesn’t seem like the normal reaction of someone in love with another person? Just saying.

--“You gave up the crown to save your people. Would she do the same?” Samwell Tarly, asking the important questions! This question has always been one of--if not the--cruxes of Dany’s arc, IMO. That and her search for home/belonging.

--Ooo, is this the rumored scene with the WW symbols on the walls?

--Hmmm, this actually looks a bit like that clip from the trailers. Is Edd going to show up soon then?

--Hah! Called it.

--“Stay back, he’s got blue eyes!” “I’ve always had blue eyes!” LMAOOO

--Called it. I knew little Ned Umber was going to be the first named character death of the season. (For the record, I have him slated as the first named character death in my AU S8 fic outline, even though the chapter in question hasn’t been written yet.) Also, wow-- talk about a creepy way to display him!

--Still, that’s odd that he’s just dead rather than a wight-- oh, never mind he is a wight after all!

--Hmm, who are you, tall and mysteriously hooded man? (I mean, realistically everyone onscreen in the North should have their hoods up right now when they’re outside, but this is TV.) Could you possibly be... Jaime Lannister?

--Hah! Called it again.

--They’re going to cut to the credits now that Bran & Jaime have locked eyes, aren’t they? Yep, they just cut to the credits.

Additional Thoughts:

--I wonder where Brienne is... we haven’t seen her this episode IIRC. [ETA: Never mind, she is there in the background in several scenes, she just doesn’t say anything.]

--I wish D&D had given Dany more space to react to the news about undead!Viserion. This should be a big deal for her. Also, why is no one freaking out about the Wall coming down?

--Honestly, the pacing and tone of this episode could have used a little polishing IMO.

--I’m delighted that the show is letting characters speak positively about Sansa and her skills, but I wish the writing wasn’t so very heavy-handed about it.

--Ooo, interesting trailer, though still nothing terribly surprising. I’m curious to see what they do next episode... but not nearly as curious as I am to see what happens in 8x03 and beyond. ;-)

Overall, I enjoyed this episode! So many callbacks to earlier seasons. I may have deeper thoughts on a rewatch.

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