Gerion
Gerion had often been called the most sensitive of Tyrion Lannister's children. He was soft-spoken, somewhat meek, and much preferred the company of books and dusty tomes of knowledge to those of other children or even adults. He was tall and thin, with no interest in fighting or other more "manly" pursuits.
At twelve years old, Gerion was considered very accomplished. He had decided that once he was more of age he wanted to journey to Oldtown and forge his chain. But for now Gerion was stuck here at Casterly Rock, with his brothers and sisters, chasing ghosts in the hallways.
He saw her frequently – a ghostly shape of a woman with long hair, walking down the hallway. He would follow her, follow her all the way down, through the great rooms of Casterly Rock and into the Hall of Heroes where she could go and stand in front of one particular statue - in front of one particular set of remains.
He was following her again. He wasn't sure what she was trying to tell him but he felt bad for her. He felt her and she felt so sad. He always kept about twenty paces behind her, following the wispy form down the stairs and through the rooms, his bare feet on the stones.
He reached the Hall of Heroes and saw her standing in front of the statues. As soon as he moved into the Hall though, she disappeared. She's trying to tell me something…
"That… that…"
Gerion whipped around and saw his older sister standing there, clutching her long nightgown. Catie was staring with her eyes huge and her mouth open.
"That was a ghost!" she finally blurted out.
"You saw it too?" Gerion was surprised, up until this point he was certain he was the only one that saw her.
"I did… just for a moment.. I saw her dress." Catie started to look scared.
"It's allright – she's been here for a while." Gerion walked over and looked up at the statue she had stopped in front of. It was a statue of their late Uncle Jaime – the golden statue that stood over where he had been interred.
"Who was it?" Catie shivered some seeming quite bothered by it.
"I have my theories."
Suddenly there was loud noise as something metal got knocked over nearby and Catie screamed an impressive earsplitting scream. Ser Jaime the cat approached them at a trot, rubbing against Catie's legs.
"Ser Jaime!" she called out exasperatedly, leaning down and picking him up.
"What in the name of all the gods is going on down here?" Tyrion was panting, having heard Catie scream lured him from his bedroom where he was keeping his usual late nights. He had hurried as fast as his stunted legs could take him down to where he had heard the commotion. Worry was evident on his face as he stared at his two oldest children. Catie's long red-gold hair was rumpled and loose down her back. She was in her nightgown and Gerion was in his long nightshirt, looking less wild.
"Father there was a ghost!" Catie ran over to him, holding her cat. "And then Ser Jaime knocked something over and… it scared me. I honestly thought I might die."
"Ghost?" Tyrion seemed immediately uneasy, looking at where Gerion had been standing. "Both of you go back to bed now. We are going to be on the road for quite some time and your mother will have a fit if she knows you are both up so late."
"But Father… I'm scared." Catie whimpered.
"There isn't any reason to fear the dead." Gerion said quietly as he moved away from the statue and walked towards where his father was standing. Catie was already heading back up the stairs ahead of them.
"If your mother had been awake I'm sure she would have had died of the fright." Tyrion spoke to his oldest son as he waddled up the stairs. Gerion slowed his pace considerably.
"It was my dead aunt." Gerion stated bluntly. "If you would just accept her bones back into the Rock and lay her with her brother she could rest peacefully."
"Cersei will never rest peacefully." Tyrion stated coldly. "And that's all I want to hear on the matter. She was laid to rest next to her long dead husband and that is where she should stay."
The next few days were filled with packing and readying for the month and a half long trip to Winterfell. Gerion packed plenty of books, paper, and ink to keep him occupied. He had already decided he would ride most of the way, just to stave off boredom for the most part, and because the last thing he wanted to do was half to ride in a carriage with Edd and Rob, who no doubtedly would be making up piss and shit jokes the whole way.
Catie started out on horseback as well, though he knew his sister would soon tire and get into a carriage to sleep for most of the journey. She reined her gray mare closer to him, speaking quietly.
"Your theory about the ghost - what is it?"
"That some people that are born into this world together, won't rest until leave together."
