#northernsable

[collinsandmason]

*!REPLAY ALERT!* Marc Collins Morning After Solar Radio show with his trusty assistant "Ravishing Russ Warnes the Receptionist” a 2 hour Soul, Jazz, Funk and Boogaloo selection. Simply “Listen Again” on the “Brand new Solar Website” at www.solarradio.net/class/marc-collins/ Or ask Alexa to “Play Marc Collins Morning After Podcast, latest episode” “The Morning After Show Starter!” 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 Vote for your favourite track in this weeks show via email at marccollins@solarradio.com and we’ll start next weeks show with it! (Clue 👆) “The Ramblings of Ravishing Russ” He’s a wise old owl….. “Steve’s The Northern Threesome” NO! Not that kinda party! 3 classic Northern Soul Tracks from way back in the day from our Northern Guru Stephen Phillis! “It’s THE LAW!” (Real treat from The Dells! ❤️) “Russ’s Rare Groovers” Does exactly what it says on the tin! Saturday’ 10 - 12 am on www.solarradio.com On this weeks show………….

Sandra Feva - Tell Em I Heard It

Karin Jones - Ready, Ready Love

Camera Soul - Shooting Star

Johnny Bristol - You And I

Five Special - Now And Then

Anglo Saxon Brown - Straighten It Out

Tower Of Power - Nothing Like It

Robert Tanner - Sweet Memories

Salt And Pepper - Man Of My Word

Bobby Sheen - I May Not Be What You Want

ZZ Hill - A Man Needs A Woman (A Woman Needs A Man)

The Bar-Kays - You Can't Run Away

Diane Marsh - Livin' It Up (Gettin' on Down)

The Dells - Skip That Part

Ruby Wilson - Love Has Come

Bobby Shannon - I Get My Groove from You

Tony Crockett - Queen Of Hearts

Midnight - Keep On Walking By

Carmy Love - I Just Came To Dance

Grady Tate - Lady Love

LaRombé - You're the Best

War - Galaxy

Cashmere - Do It Anyway You Wanna

Fatback Band - Wicki Wacky

Meli'sa Morgan - Fool's Paradise

Michael Wycoff - Looking Up To You

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[owenstark]

THE CIVIL WAR UPDATE PT. 1

The war rages on in the North as the forces of the Little King, his name destined to be wiped from the history, continue their chaos, they have experienced push back from communities of people from the East who have banded together to join the efforts to protect White Harbour and have started their own search parties hoping to locate Manal II Manderly.

The King's Party ( King Owen Stark and Prince Cregan Stark, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Yuan Anya and Cassana Stark)

King Owen Stark and his brother @crreganstark are travelling to the wall where they will crush the rebelling watchmen where the King intends to leave his brother with the task of protecting the Northern Front from wildlings and providing support to @wintervsuns (Lord Brandon Karstark). As the brothers travel Owen has started using their nights at camp to teach Cregan about warging into creatures, starting with teaching him to warg into his wolf and control it. Between practicing with Cregan, Owen has taken to sitting in his tent before sleep and warging into the Smoke and leading wolves into an Umber camp where the commander of the camp is ripped apart by wolves. Tales of the Warg King are spreading across the North as more animals have started to attack people on the roads. Owen hopes to warg into a bear soon, a bear he's been trying to attach to since spotting in while in Smoke. Cregan is taking well to his training and has become a great help to Owen. They never break the rules of warg or skinchanging: no feasting on human flesh, no mating, and no taking over the body of a man or woman.

Princess @cassvstark continues to lead her group of female archers. she is staying close to her brother's side, relaying all information from her visions to him no matter how small it might seem. However she is starting to pick up on some dangerous rumors coming down from the Umber forces but needs to verify them before speaking with Owen.

Lady @anya-snow has capitalized on the yitish relation and soldiers from the regions of Wan and Shizi have travelled to the westerosi kingdom of the north in the past weeks. The forces under Owen have grown, with a troop of 1000 yitish soldiers arriving. The blacksmith, for her part, has supplied the Night's Watch with weaponry and has been travelling across camps with a team of smiths to reforge and fix blades for the army of the true north.

House Manderly

Lord @amirofmanderlys made the difficult choice of continuing on with his journey to Skagos after providing much needed assistance to Brandon Karstark through a restock of supplies and support before continuing to Skagos where he will be for some time. Owen has sent word to their YiTish allies who will meet Amir at Skagos.

Duke @nasirofmanderlys is leading the charge of taking down the forces of the Little King as he tracks the man in hopes of securing his sister and bringing her home. The people of the East who has been welcomed into White Harbour have ventured out to joke Nasir. Tirius Rowan has sent 500 volunteers to White Harbour for an attack on one Old Way family is an attack on them all and as word reached Goldengrove the Marshall of the Northmarch sought out volunteers who wished to travel North before going to Alayim.

House Karstark

Duke Brandon Karstark has been hit hard, his home lands surrounded and his wife @northernseer believed to be dead needs to be buried. Unknown to the King, Meera appears to be alive. Brandon has been intensely defending the borders of his land with help from Amir Manderly's resources. The YiTish arrive to provide assistance to the Duke per the agreement between the North and the YiTish.

The Stark in Winterfell

Queen @rosaaaryn continues to be the Stark in Winterfell. She is doing her best to help take in any known loyal women and children who need shelter if umber forces are over taking their lands. She is writing correspondences between various lords and ladies to try and help pass information along if she can.

The Military Commanders

Prince @adam-stark and lord @jin-renshu have continued to lead the berserkers to raze Umber forces. A warning had already been given so no men is left alive. Adam has made an example of every commanding officer and treacherous lord that falls on the battle, beheading them and leaving their headless corpses hanging from trees as continuous retaliation for the murder of the young prince, Jon.

The Loyal Bolton:

Princess Consort @northernglorie (Glorie Bolton) [updates in part 2]

Magics of the North

Princess @allysannestark has travel with a party to her lands where she has provided the support of a Stark presence along with her skill in regards to the North and it's many plants. She has started to seek other means to provide support to the Northmen in their battles. [Further Updates in Part 2]

The Western Front

Ren left the legion after a bit, as sea dragon point has been turned into a refugee area. The new ruling lord has been granting food and shelter for those that come to his land.

Duke @xavariglover has left men to protect their Western Front by land and sea, he is aware that any word of Manal Manderly requires forces to be sent. She is of priority along with tracking and keeping the rebellious Mountain Clans in check as they terrorize the Western lands of the North. [ Further Updates in part 2 ]

Final Note

The North will be forever changed by the choices of the Little King and his choice to target the people of the Old Way with such ferocity. As the war rages on, people have started to defect from the Little King, a steady bleeding of Northmen after the acts against the Old Way. To stop this bleeding support traitors are being killed by the Little King and his commanders.

The Hugors, some call the people taking a personal touch in attacking the camps of the traitors to the North, have started to poison the water barrels of Umber forces, steal their food, and kill them in the night. These are acts carried around by rumor residents of White Harbour though others whisper it is the worshippers from the east where men are more use to such treatment and have made it a point to fight back and show appreciation to their hosts. And the daughter who welcomed them, different as they are. [Further Updates in part 2]

(ooc: i think that in a place where there are many gods there would also be people who fight and if the rhllorist of the east are attacking Alayim then the Braavosi calling White Harbour home aren't strangers to intolerance.).

[danceofdragonsrphq]

hello all! just a reminder that we are currently in the middle of an activity blitz that has been ongoing since october 10th; meaning all muses need to have been written on. this can be targeted starters, or continuation of threads.

just a quick reminder for the following muses to have been written on by december 20th:

@rosaaaryn

@northernseer

@yeseniaegen

@caetargaryen

@nadiaestermont

@wyldewillow

@adrianserrett

@nicholaslannisters

@opheliafowler

@amirofmanderlys

@manaliimanderly

@crreganstark

@daceystvrk

@northernglorie

@vaelavelaryon

@casimirtully

@celiiatully

@illyaoakheart

@luccatyrelll

@longbowhalllord

have a lovely sunday!

[wintervsuns]

DURING THE TIME SKIP; Following the return of the northern fighting forces from the iron war. // @northernseer

Lord Brandon Karstark, the Sun of Winter and the Hand of the King was wed to Lady Meera Reed within the Godswood at Winterfell. It was a private, intimate event; if not interrupted by the Sea Wolf entering and standing at the back of the gathering in the Godswood, a strange phantom. It was followed by a night of feasting and revelery, where the Northern court and their guests took the chance to bask in winter’s sun once - for they had made it out of the other side, again.

[danceofwhispers]

Dear Watchers, does anyone else seem to notice the way purple eyes light up around the Sun of Winter? The Lord of Karhold visited the Queen merely weeks before she married, and it seems she is already with child...her husband, the Lord of Blackhaven, even looks like the Karstark Lord.

"The Dragon cunt would have married the Frozen cunt if he thought leaving the North was worth it. He'd never leave and she's too busy pretending to be Queen. Love could save the day. See the two cunts get together and cunt it up. This Watcher heard and maybe even saw the Hand of the Wolf with the Dragon sit on his paw. I think they're both married to invisible nobodies. This Watcher believes in love let's hope the world burns when they finally fuck."

| @caetargaryen @wintervsuns @daeron-dondarrion @northernseer |

[anya-snow]

△ how does it feel knowing brandon is married to another?

△ 1/10

“I'm glad for him,” she replied with a warm smile crossing her lips. Once upon a time, the knowledge of this news might have stung a little, but not at present. Not when she was more certain of her place in the world and less hesitant about her worth. Brandon had helped her find some of that value in herself that Anya had struggled to see, and those building blocks kept falling into place even after their romance ended. All she could wish for a man like him was happiness, and happiness he was attaining at Lady Meera’s side. “Our paths diverted for a reason when they did and it makes me happy to know he found someone who matches his path”.

( @wintervsuns & @northernseer )

[adam-stark]

HOZIER & BEAR McCREARY — “BLOOD UPON THE SNOW”

To all things housed in her silence Nature offers a violence The bear that keeps to his own line The wolf that seeks always his own kind The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

@owenstark, @rosaaaryn, @allysannestark, @cassvstark, @torrhen-stark, @wintervsuns, @sarra-karstark, @northernseer, @anya-snow, @rhydianwildbear, @jin-renshu & @nasirofmanderlys

[yellowtentcrafts]

Only the city is dull in November. The forest is always beautiful. 

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 В ноябре тоскливо только в городе. В лесу хорошо всегда.

[wintervsuns]

northernseer​:

closed starter for @wintervsuns

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           LITHE FRAME LAY FLAT ON THE SNOW   covered stone ground of the karhold keep, gaze locked on the night sky solemnly. what else could she possibly try that she hadn’t already ?? nothing was working. nothing was helping. she was still here. thus, she had decided to take a pause and simply inhale a deep slow breath. was she tired ?? truthfully, she could not even tell if she was. slowly, her eyes would flutter shut in what she thought was an attempt to block out the small amount of dim lighting surrounding her but would turn out to be entirely instinctive. there’s a shift in the air, her body is moving - not voluntarily and yet it is jerking to the side slowly as though she is in… a wagon ?? her first thought is how very strange it feels to… feel ? meera can feel. a thick, tense atmosphere and her breathing feels labored. perhaps because of the sheet that is covering her body. her eyes feel heavy, they often do after a poor night’s rest or rather lack thereof.           the northern seer draws out a slow breath, hands moving to grasp onto the thin material of the sheet before she tugs it off her face and finally - her eyes open. again, the lighting is dim and she is, indeed, in a wagon. her movements are not at all calculated much less graceful as she all but lurches into a sitting position, bright blue gaze flickering around the wagon in a rushed haze. meera does not speak, only glances around. could it be ?? 

          suddenly, she’s all too aware of the familiar feeling of brandon karstark. yes, the feeling. the feeling of his presence. thus, bright hues instinctively stray from the white sheet covering her legs to the only other frame within the moving wagon. so overwhelmed with what appeared to be her return, she had nearly missed him. but, gods, he was painfully aware of her newly appointed vitality. gaze trails from the shoes on his feet up his legs, to his torso, studying his hands, arms, chest, lips, sharp manly features and finally - meeting the warm grey hues of her one and only love. still, she does not speak.             it feels as though forever once more passes them by, bright blue irises locked on the grey of her husband’s eyes and then… suddenly, his features become less defined, her vision slightly blurry. meera karstark did not realize that she was crying until the choked sob spews from her heart shaped lips.

♞

to say an eclipse had come over the sun of winter would be an understatement: for it felt as though there was no sun of winter, not anymore. there came an immense cloud upon his conscience, upon every waking moment and in those moments where his body was so exhausted he somehow found an hour or two of sleep before being awoken again, feeling worse than he had before he slept. brandon karstark knew of the importance of the body when it came to warfare: ten years of war had never made him feel as he did in this moment.

there were no words to describe the darkness that had settled over his heart, suffocating whatever was left of it: dark hair, a full beard, hollowed, empty grey orbs the longer his eyes fixed upon the sight of the white shroud before him. when he were not on his horse, the karstark troops that accompanied them through the sun lands encouraged him to remain within a wagon to sleep: they did not necessarily mean her wagon. and yet, it were the only wagon where he could fall asleep: in the presence of her, even wrapped in a white shroud.

whatever had been done in winterfell had worked. worked strangely. for meera reed looked as though she merely was asleep. such a deep sleeper, it took him time to wake her in those early mornings they shared their bed together.

there came a time where he needed to cover her face, to stop himself from simply staring at it for hours in the darkness: it drove him to what felt like the very edge of sanity. it were as though he were on vigil around the corpse of the woman he loved truly, fiercely and deeply; in the way a man should love a woman he cared much for. watched her bloom, watched her talk even with slight nervous glimpses in his direction, watched her as he pulled her closer. and now he watched her, even when she was gone. gone, and all that was left was this empty shell.

only, she did not feel gone. he could swear he could still feel a stifling presence in the wagon with him, as though he could feel her skirts against him, sat beside him.

brandon karstark felt as though this would be the last war of his life, for he would not make it out of this one alive. he felt as though the winter sun had set on his time as the ruling lord of these lands, and his brother would have to find whatever was left of him. there was a small, burning spark that remained buried deep within him: one he knew would extinguish as soon as what he felt his duty was had been finished. she would be entombed within the walls of karhold, where she would be safe; where she had to be safe, where she should have been all along, then he would gladly give his last breath time and time again to see it done.

then the sun of winter would set on the borders of his lands, pushing back those forces of what could be described as nothing less than evil with all his might until they brought the giant to his knees, bringing forth another night before the morning would come again. it truly felt as though there was nothing left - and he accepted it, wholeheartedly.

he were half dozed, his head against the window, eyes red from the tears that seemed to plague him when there was a sudden flurry of movement within the wagon. it was enough to send shockwaves through his half asleep, exhausted body; shooting upward, noting the white sheet suddenly moving. and suddenly, meera reed had sat up. his wife had set up, and was looking upon him. her eyes were bright blue, and she was crying. crying heavily.

she did not realise it yet though. her eyes were a bright blue. they had been green. bright green. his mind only went back to that plagued time in the north not that long ago, the sight of what had been seen at the wall, those bright blue eyes. he knew of the tales of the north: knew of the truth in them, now more than ever before. he had always believed. they were not the exact same, but they were close enough. brandon karstark did not think about who this was sat across from him: for instinct was instinct.

his hand went immediately to the hilt of his blade, sheathing it with a mighty sound that filled the carriage’s silence and suddenly he moved to stand, knowing what was happening here. he had no time to think about what was happening here.

he only wanted to set the weirwood trees on fire for the gods playing with him time and time again. he wanted to watch the red leaves curl and hear them burn, and he would continue to burn it down. for this? this was a line too far. what had he done to deserve this? it was the sound of his blade sheathing that made the sound of a sob slip from her lips, piercing, and a sudden flurry of a movement. the carriage door was opened as it continued to move, though he heard the horses make a reaction at the sudden noise that came from the wagon.

she tumbled into the snow, with the green lights above the skies of karhold illuminating the scene.

“STAY THERE. GET YER HANDS UP.” brandon bellowed, with a voice that echoed the thunder of the old gods. it were deep, terrifying - no sign of the sun of winter in his voice. there was no sense of warmth, nothing that looked upon whatever this was with a sense of love. there was something almost animalistic about him, the way he towered as he leapt from the carriage. “GET YER FUCKING HANDS UP.” it was a soldier of winter, the right hand of the winter king for ten long years. the hunter that was ready to join the nights watch once in his life, and end such things. his blade remained steady, the size of it massive; it glinted against the dancing green lights in the sky above them.

“STOP THE WAGON.”

[alysanaironsmith]

The Greenseers Three

Lady Meera Reed, Princess Cassana Stark, and Lady Alysana Ironsmith are three Northern women gifted with greensight. Greenseer is the title given to people who possess the magical ability to perceive future, past, or current events in dreams known as Green Dreams. Due to their abilities each of the three possess a unique and deeply saturated eye color. Meera’s eyes are a bright emerald hue, mirroring the Reed House colors, Cassana’s turn an inky black, giving the appearance that her pupils have taken over her entire eyes, and Alysana’s are a rich teal that resemble the crystal clear sea. 

@northernseer @cassvstark @alysanaironsmith

[owenstark]

the civil war update pt. 2

In this update for the civil war we continue to see the moving pieces of the North and efforts of the lords and ladies to protect their lands and their people, the efforts to keep North going. Owen knows that wisdoms have called for a long summer, his heart worries about the winter. Winter is always coming.

House Bolton

Princess Consort Glorie Bolton is currently in Winterfell handling matters of coin for the efforts against the umber cause. via raven she's sent for Bolton forces still loyal to her to join Stark factions at points where they're needed most along with sending smaller forces to aid the glover troops in Manal's recovery per his request. She is also handling the recovery of the iron banks repayment from the attack on the Manderly vessel. it is a matter that may require travel despite orders to remain in Winterfell, and she is prepared to do so. @northernglorie

The Hugors

The Formation of Seven worshipers has become a tale whispered among the people of White Harbor, hushed tones and quiet admiration for the strange men of the East who have taken the acts of the little King personally. Wearing black from head to toe, only their eyes are visible if one is lucky enough to see who brings them death. The Tales have reached the King of the North who has decided they are a special force and it will be written that they act on the orders of the Gods and their King.

The Hugors have taken to using the gorilla tactics often used by those of the Neck. Cloaking themselves in darkness they move through the black night of the North and poison water, seat food, and kill all they can reach in the camps without raising the alarm. They are leaving many camps sick, hungry, and bloodied.

The Warg King and Prince of the Night

King Owen Stark and his brother, @crreganstark, are establishing a hold as they fight their way to Castle Black. In THE BATTLE OF THE CAT the King was nowhere to be seen then his direwolf, Smoke, came charging in alongside Bandit, as the wolves took down horsed men, none noticed the King on the hill, his eyes rolled back as the great shadow cat descended on a Umber cousin, mauling him to death as the men around him ran.

"It's the corpse queen, risen again."

Meera Reed (@northernseer) has returned from the dead so say the rumors and with those rumors come whispers of the same sorcery used to trick Night's King in the Age of Heroes, that she will drain the life from Brandon Karstark ( @wintervsuns ) and make him twisted as that nameless King. As the Duke of Karhold protects his lands, his word is getting far more confusing.

[danceofdragonsrphq]

FOLLOW:

aerea velaryon - @mourningblood

UNFOLLOW:

meera reed - @northernseer tristan hunter - @longbowhalllord

[wintervsuns]

who: @northernseer​ where: the chambers of the lord of karhold, some nights following the arrival of lady meera to her new lands and seat as the lady of house karstark

Their sacred vow had been said within the Godswood of Winterfell, beneath the Hearts Tree and those blazing red leaves that seemed to provide a backdrop for the flames that seemed to finally have been put to rest within his own heart - though that face, remained etched within his memory and within his soul. Looking upon a momentous part of his life, for he intended on doing good by his vows to the lady he had chosen as his wife; for as much as this arrangement seemed to work out to both of their favours, extending Karstark influence far further South than he could ever have guessed, it was an arrangement of choice. 

The heart of Meera Reed had been entrusted within his own hands, and it was that hearted he would carefully hold by the honour and love of the Old Gods themselves. It was never ice, nor was it ever cold; perhaps peculiar, perhaps it had shadows, but ice? Never that. Evident in the feeling of warmth beneath his own hand as it trailed over her the velvet of her nightgown, slowly pushing it upwards as his hand sunk between the warmth of her thighs, moving to spread them as his own lips moved quietly against her own jawline, listening to her quiet breathing. When his lips met her own, it was always slowly; as though he wanted to  savour every moment, as though he wanted her to wait. 

She didn’t need to look to know there was a slight grin across his dark bearded features, as his hair fell slightly over him as he leaned his forehead against her own. 

Knock, knock. The slight groan that came from the Hand of the King was mroe than just exasperation as he attempted to ignore the knock, even for a moment; and yet, there was a clear rule in Karhold. Three knocks, and it was the King’s business. Another knock. “Damn him.” The man muttered into the softness of her neck, breaking his lips from her skin as he raised, moving towards the door to accept the letter that had been sent to him. King’s sigil, at the bottom. “The old, the new, and whoever else would listen.”

For the first time in months, there had been some light and happiness within the walls of Karhold following the death of his own sister; and yet, it seemed as though life itself had returned within the castle walls - those seemed to look curiously and strangely at their new Lady, who was yet to pick up the sun tongue. And yet, that was something her Lord husband was ensuring she soon would understand at least broken parts of - so that within this keep, they knew that she was one of them. “Kiitos, Olavi - syömme aamiaisen myöhään.” 

Brandon read the letter as he thanked the pageboy and closed his chamber door, creaky and old; wondering back over to the unkept bed as his wife remained perfectly happy beneath the furs and heavy quilts that ensured of their warmth, when their own body heat did not do the job. “He wants us to go to the Reach for a wedding. The young Tyrell has won.” 

It were as though the skies dance, the term often given to the phenomena that occurred within the nightsky when it bled green and vibrant sea blue, was visible within their new lady’s eyes; and though they looked at her curiously, spoke to her in the common tongue she would understand wrapped with their own regional accent, Brandon Karstark felt as though the stability of his family and his name had once again been restored. 

[ivar-greyjoy]

TRUTH SERUM: It's time to make the 8! What one person would you bed from all the different regions of Westeros?

A low chuckle escaped the lord at such a question. He wasn't one to brag about his hedonistic and sexual proclivities, but in all likelihood, he may have already ‘made the eight’. “I shall omit my homeland. Knowing my father, there's a likelihood for more than half of the Ironborn to be siblings of mine,” Ivar said with a wolfish grin and laughed. "I'd say Lyana Lynderly, the dowager queen and Aliza Serrett," the Master of Ships mused as he considered those of the Vale, the Stormlands and the Westerlands. “For Dorne, it would be Naevia Qorgyle, for the North Meera Reed, the dragon princess for the Crownlands and Mara Bracken for the Riverlands,�� he mused. The scheming Reach was left and he considered the option for a moment. He could admit to having a bit of a weakness for women who appeared like harmless roses but had their thorns ready to prickle him. That kept him on his toes. His mind went to the Redwyne Mistress of Ships, even to the treacherous half-Ironborn Mistress of Whispers, but he ended up saying “Serafina Merryweather or Dahlia Flowers would be my pick for the Reach".

( @snakeewoods, @argellabarathcon, @alizaserrett, @naeviaqorgyle, @northernseer, @caetargaryen, @marabrcken, @lucreziasredwyne , @serafinamerryweather & @dahliaflcwers )

[kingvmorra]

TRUTH SERUM: Casting aside any tensions or allegiances, what women of Westeros would you consider bedding?

“ alright now this is my kind of question!” morra smiled, leaning forward on the table. a night of drinking already had gearing up for a question like this. “the north…. would say meera reed. she’s got the vibes of a witchy woman but also she is just beautiful. following that sort of type i would also say ravella for the vale. riverlands are full of pretty redheads. but mara bracken is stunning. and i like her attitude.  for the stormlands i would say minisa tarth. daintier than my normal taste but i don’t mind…crownlands, hmmm. think lanna lefford goes for young ladies” she smiled wickedly. “i mean calla is also very beautiful. for my home i would say xyliana.… crownlands i would say laena. maybe that counts for the reach too? nahh...i would say the princess herself florence. outside of westeros? perhaps anya the blacksmith. maybe she can help me with my blades... dorne…would it be bad to say my cousins wife myriam? probably…then i will say joy manwoody. i like a woman who knows her way around a sword.” the ironborn king smiled. “i can keep going. trust me i have plenty more.”

@northernseer @ravellaarryns @marabrcken @evenfallsbrightest @lannalefford @calla-lefford @ironborn-lies @oldflowersbyname @florencehightower @anya-snow @myriamas @joymanwoody

[sarra-karstark]

FLEETWOOD MAC— “SISTERS OF THE MOON”

She was dark at the top of the stairs and she called to me And so I followed, as friends often do I cared not for love, nor money and I think she knew Well the people, they love her and still they are the most cruel She asked me, be my sister, sister, sister of the moon

( @cassvstark, @jessamynmanderly & @northernseer )