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Old Nan used to tell Jon and his half-siblings that mammoths lived Beyond-The-Wall and were rode by giants.
Red blood-blooms grew from your unwashed wounds, she warned them. Jon overheard her telling a very young Bran once about the thing in the night and how it would eventually return, its chains rattling, prowling and waiting to turn you mad from a single glance.
She was murdered by Ironborn. Her corpse rotted away along with the others loyal to Winterfell in heaps. Bones yellowing.
"What about Symeon Star-Eyes?" Theon croaks out. He's rejoined them in Winterfell, and Sansa presses her head to his upper arm, wrapping them up together in a blanket. "Old Nan said it was a knight who lost both of his eyes. Put sapphires in the sockets."
"That is awful."
Jon's mouth opens into a toothy, wordless grin. He observes as his sister bats at Theon's face who chuckles and hugs her around the middle with his arm. Jon trusts him. Theon rescued Sansa when he had the opportunity to do it. They're a family.
All of them — Bran and Arya too. Grew up under the same roof and they're Starks.
Winter is here.
They need each other.
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GoT isn't mine. Requested by Queen (AO3): "Starks remembering the ones lost (their mother, Maester Luwin, Old Nan, Rodrick Cassel, their wolves, etc." I hope I did this well for you! Any comments/thoughts are very much welcome!
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