voice testing, heading to whisperingrock

[climbed]

What's a summer camp? And...I could learn to fly? 


This isn't a joke, is it? 

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[pooka]

Another little one, 'eh?

Not exactly flyin' but daaa--aarn well near it, mate.

[climbed]

[He wants it to be true...then again he's hearing it from a giant bunny rabbit.]

Is it like in the green dreams? [maybe this bunny is just his new dream guide. can't decide if better or worse than three eyed crow. hm.]

[pooka]

I don't know much about dreams, ya little joey. Yer askin' the wrong guardian.

It's a useful skill, mate, promise. Lotsa fun, too.

[climbed]

[this man...bunny is really confusing. but okay, that must be referring to the crow. right.]

I see...

[but then you get a smile]

I suppose if I could fly, really fly, I could go--and this place, is it summer all the time? [this sounds like paradise! bran is suspicious.]

[pooka]

...Well it's summer when y' go there.

'S actually inna middle of my winter but we're not gonna get inna that, little one.

[...Well at least he's cute.]

Just means whenever yer mun throws ya at it, it'll always be Summer.

[climbed]

...I would like that very much.

[a place where it's summer all the time again!]

[pooka]

[Damnit, he's adorable.]

Well, just make sure ya show up on time and me an' my friends back at camp'll be right there ta help y' along.

[uncharred]

You'll learn it not in their manner to jest, little one.

[climbed]

It must be too good to be true.

[willas_tyrell]

If someone told me I could learn to fly ... well, I might find it worth a look, wouldn't you?

[Willas smiles reassuringly]

[climbed]

I'd be away from everyone. Osha, Rickon, even Hodor... and I don't know if it's the truth or not.

[willas_tyrell]

The muns don't tend to lie, so I'd wager it's the truth. Being away from everyone ... well, that'd be hard, yes. In the end though, it's your choice, and no one'd begrudge you for it.

[dentistry]

Furthest thing from a joke, sweetie.

[ And now you have a hummingbird fairy, Bran. ]

I'll even teach you myself.

[climbed]

[man it's been a long time since his eyes got this wide with wonder.]

Are you a wildling...? [not that he's afraid...]

[dentistry]

[ She flits down to land in front of him, kneeling and smiling. ]

I've been called that before. Sprite, aos sí, spirit. Fae.