young again.

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb Stark, soldier and builder and formerly king, is having the time of his life. And after the initial confusion, Grey Wind has got sort of used to the idea, although he's still remaining very close and giving people suspicious, overprotective looks. But it's hard to be too concerned with what the island does when it never lasts, and even if it

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[sosyermom]

Johnny was on the beach, scoping out the waves when he's catches sight of a small redhead boy just beatin' feet running between the water and the trees, racing a very familiar wolf.

He and Yorick had been relieved to have been spared the whole Body-Changing thing the island enjoyed doing this time around, but it looked like Robb hadn't been that lucky.

He made his way over, smirking slightly. "Hey, look, a munchkin."

[_kinginthenorth]

Oh, Robb thinks he's very, very lucky. This is much more fun than being grown-up Yorick, for instance. Or perhaps just less disconcerting because he's now--well, not used to the things the island does, but maybe subconsciously expecting them.

He splashes into the water, and loops his arms around Grey Wind's neck and lets the direwolf drag him back onto shore. "Hi! You're still you!"

[sosyermom]

Johnny crossed his arms over his chest and regarded wolf and boy with amusement. "Yeah, I did. So did your wolf get bigger or did you get smaller?" he teased.

[_kinginthenorth]

"Oh, very funny," Robb says, crossing his arms over his chest and attempting to look down his nose at Johnny--a look that, while it works when he's six foot two, is somewhat less effective at four-foot-nine. "Of course he got bigger!"

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa is really trying to say nothing when she sees Robb and Grey Wind racing up and down the beach. Sansa highly doubts that Robb could outrace a direwolf even as a man grown, so watching Grey Wind indulge her minaturized brother, well it is adorable and Sansa would have minded her own business only. . .

"Robb," she calls, "where is your shirt, do you want to catch sun sickness?" It is always so warm here and Robb has fair skin just like her, Sansa does not want to be dealing with a sick child and she certainly would not trust Arya to no matter how old she looks.

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb stops, looking at Sansa as if gauging just how far he can splash and whether he can reach her yet. "I go without a shirt all the time," he says as sensibly as someone who's suddenly eight years old can. "We're fine."

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa is wary of little Robb, it is not as if she can go crying to Septa Mordane if he should decide to be horrid. "But you're only little," she argues, "everyone knows children get ill easier than adults."

She glances around the beach, certain she did not see any shrunken clothing at Summerfell, she narrows her eyes at him, "Have you lost it?

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb? Horrid? What would ever make her think that?

"Yes," he answers her, defiant, just waiting for her to come a little bit closer. Within range. "Somewhere."

[handandahalf]

Jon and Ghost watched from yards away, out of Robb's sight. Jon was sure Ghost and Grey Wind knew each other were there, but as far as Jon could see, Robb thought he was alone. Looking at the direwolf, whose red eyes were just about on a level with his own, Jon had a brilliant idea.

A few moments later, the white wolf streaked out of the treeline, a small dark-haired figure clutching at his ruff, short legs clasped around his sides. "I'm winning!" Jon cried as he passed Robb on his way toward the ocean.

[_kinginthenorth]

"You are not!" Robb shrieks. "You're cheating!" He's not sure how this is true, but is quite certain it is, and throws himself toward the water, clutching at Grey Wind until they both topple into the surf.

[handandahalf]

"Come on!" Jon cried, waving his arm about in a rallying salute. Ghost was prancing his front two feet about, careful not to dislodge his small passenger, but enough to splash Jon in the face. "Race you to the big rock!" he called out, steering the direwolf in a circle.

[_kinginthenorth]

"We'll win!" Robb challenges, grabbing hold of Grey Wind and yelling, "That way! Go!" at the top of his lungs. This is a new game, but Grey Wind is up for it, racing his brother toward the rock.