Winter · is · coming.

• Threw snowballs at Sansa (but it was Arya's idea)
• Snuck out of bed (sometimes)
• Shouted indoors (but I was playing a game with Arya)
• Was rude to Maester Luwin (when he tried to give me medicine that tastes terrible)
• Went indoors with muddy shoes (when I got caught in the rain)
• Made a fuss about getting up in the morning (because I was still tired)
• Was cross with my mother (because she was unkind to my bastard brother Jon)
• Was rude to Maester Luwin again (interrupted him when he was speaking)
• Lied about climbing (often)
• Was not a gracious host to the Walders (because I didn't like them)
• Became cross with Rickon (even though he's only little)
• Became cross with Old Nan (when she tried to tell boring stories)

• Always respected my father
• Paid attention in my lessons
• Was always polite to the servants
• Arrived promptly to meals
• Was a good friend to Hodor
• Played nicely with Sansa sometimes even when she was boring
• Did my duties when I was Lord of Winterfell
• Took good care of Summer
• Took good care of Dancer
• Sent sweets to Hodor and Old Nan at the feast when I was Lord
• Was a good host to Meera and Jojen Reed
• Protected Rickon from Theon Greyjoy

[Bran has wheeled himself into the square. Summer is beside him, under command to sit and stay, and is doing so obediently.

In one hand Bran holds his device, a little unsteady, while the other clutches tightly at the handrim of his wheelchair.]

Everyone is saying that today, things are different... that there are people here from other worlds. From--

[He falters, readjusts himself, takes a deep breath-- and then goes on.]

If there is anyone here from Winterfell, or from Westeros at all, I'd like to see you, please.

[ooc: You heard the boy! GoT/ASOIAF people, come and find him. This is SO VERY OPEN to everyone else, too, though! Let the games begin!]

[Bran is decked out in clothing that is not at all unfamiliar to him-- back home in Winterfell, this sort of garb was necessary more often than not.

Because he's already ahead of the game, he's decided to help out others who might be behind. In his lap are the thin warm-weather clothes of some of the other children.]

Everyone is going to be too cold. Winter is coming; you need to be ready.

[And he holds up... a pair of scissors. Uh oh.]

It's best to keep your wits in times like these.

[ooc: Yes, this is theft, but Bran's convinced himself it's okay if it's for the right reasons. If you'd like to be one of the people Bran's taken clothes from, go right ahead! Otherwise, feel free to opt out. He does plan to destroy them.]

[Bran is navigating his new wheelchair outside to put out a dish of water for Summer. He's set the device aside to keep his hands free, so it picks up recording from a distance.

When Bran leans forward to set the dish down, he freezes very suddenly, every muscle in his body going rigid. His lips begin to mouth a word, but then his eyes go wide, he shouts, and lurches backwards. The dish falls to the ground with a loud clatter, splattering water over Bran's shoes and the legs of his trousers.

Summer comes running then, posture fierce and alert. When the wolf reaches Bran, he sniffs him curiously and plants large paws on Bran's knees, going up on his hind legs to lick Bran's face. Bran takes a deep, shuddering breath, and hugs the wolf hard around the neck. Summer's eyes squint shut for a moment, and when they open again, their eerie yellow tint seeps back in. To the careful observer, there may be something different about Summer's fur, too-- his coat is silver-grey, but the variance of colour in it may have deepened just a little.]

I'm sorry. I'll get you more water.

[When he wheels back towards the device, he notices it recording, and his brow furrows. When he reaches in to turn it off again, his hand is shaking.]