Winter has come.
The Wall to the north of Winterfell is a solid barrier of ice stretching seven hundred feet into the air, wide enough for a dozen men to ride abreast over its surface. It marks the furthermost border of the North, separating it from the land of the wildlings and the Others.
There is, therefore, a long-standing precedent for Robb Stark having woken his young wife in the early hours of dawn so the two of them could spend the morning building a snow fort near a corner in the path to the Compound. Jeyne, bundled up for winter, was a rather good sport about the whole thing, and soon there is laughing, and a good deal of conspiratorial whispering, and one direwolf quite ready to help by digging in the snow far faster than either of the humans.
It is nothing like Jon's Wall, of course, but it's quite good for a morning's labour, carefully hidden in the trees, with ample room to hide in and even a part under one wall, like a little cave, with an overhang like a roof.
Only now Robb has disappeared, and Jeyne and Grey Wind are in front of it alone. The hem of her long skirt appears to have been caught in a root in the tree, and she is bent to tug at it, with the wolf looking on protectively. "Oh," she says in frustration, giving it a good hard tug, and tumbles back onto the snow in a little cloud.
[Two Starks for the price of one! Tag Jeyne, get Robb too. ST/LT fine.]
There is, therefore, a long-standing precedent for Robb Stark having woken his young wife in the early hours of dawn so the two of them could spend the morning building a snow fort near a corner in the path to the Compound. Jeyne, bundled up for winter, was a rather good sport about the whole thing, and soon there is laughing, and a good deal of conspiratorial whispering, and one direwolf quite ready to help by digging in the snow far faster than either of the humans.
It is nothing like Jon's Wall, of course, but it's quite good for a morning's labour, carefully hidden in the trees, with ample room to hide in and even a part under one wall, like a little cave, with an overhang like a roof.
Only now Robb has disappeared, and Jeyne and Grey Wind are in front of it alone. The hem of her long skirt appears to have been caught in a root in the tree, and she is bent to tug at it, with the wolf looking on protectively. "Oh," she says in frustration, giving it a good hard tug, and tumbles back onto the snow in a little cloud.
[Two Starks for the price of one! Tag Jeyne, get Robb too. ST/LT fine.]