{ 015 - Voice }

[swordofthenorth]

The city has witnessed great devastation at the hands of various enemies, yet its scars appear to be superficial. Everywhere I look, I see the changed expressions of the Natives. Their once resentful stares now foster gratitude and warmth

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...voice. KIND OF.

[branthebroken]

[It's him. Isley, if Bran remembers the name right. The man from the island, who had searched for Priscilla and found only an impostor. Bran's sure he should say something, but what on earth would be appropriate for this kind of situation?]

[Or even inappropriate.]

[...there's nothing he can think of. He gapes at the Forge in silence for a moment before shutting it off.]

[Voice...for now.]

[swordofthenorth]

[Isley is certain he heard soft breathing before the reception was cut between Forges. Perhaps it is that which sparks his interest...which inspires him to respond.]

If you have something to say, you should say it.

[The words are spoken gently, but firmly all the same. Even if he does not yet know who he is speaking to.]

[Voice...for now ALSO.]

[branthebroken]

[...oh, right, he hadn't said anything. And he could easily just leave it be, but that wouldn't really be fair, would it?]

I... er.

I am glad that you made it through safely. And everyone else, as well.

[even if that includes Jaime Lannister.]

[Voice!]

[swordofthenorth]

[Aren't you such a good boy.]

Thank you. [He recognizes the voice.] Bran, yes?

I hope the trials of the past week did not trouble you too much.

[Voice!]

[branthebroken]

[Sometimes Trials. Was that a warning of some kind... did he know?]

[No, that was impossible. And anyway if he did, obviously he wasn't mad about it. But still...]

Bran Stark, yes. My lord. They...

[...?]

I've never seen anything like it before. Not really.