SANSA III
After escaping what clearly felt like a remedial lesson in being able to detect and align the "grain" in a piece of fabric appropriately when cutting material to make clothing, Sansa immediately hurried away to the library tower to ensconce herself for the remainder of the afternoon. She had never felt the need to visit the lonely tower at the center of the southern courtyard, which had no other entrance save the winding steps that encircled the outside of the building. From its windows, Sansa had a view of the entire courtyard and practice yard, as the library tower stood closest to the heart of the castle. This afternoon she had decided that she would help Bran in his quest. She wasn't sure about his report about the Others returning, but if he'd been attacked by wights, mayhaps it might be that the wights and Others were separate creatures that had been misappropriately linked through the millennia? To discover this she had to see if reports of wights had ever come without there being any Others-which meant sifting through the upper shelves of the tall bookcases, on the edge of her toes on the top step of the ladder. Most of the oldest books-if they could be called that-were loose collections of paper between what looked suspiciously like animal hides bound with twine, with titles written in what almost looked like some kind of red amber. Sansa pulled one down titled, Creturs ove thee Wyds, which looked promising.
Sansa found that it was hardly as promising as it seemed as she flipped through the pages. There were a lot of antiquated spellings and some pages the red amber ink was cracking and threatened to fall off unless she delicately turned the pages. This made her consider that someone should soon copy down these ancient texts before they were lost to time. There were many creatures both familiar and fantastic that she saw and skimmed over as she looked through the book. Sometimes she paused to admire the detailed artistry of a particular drawing. What made her pause though was when she came to an intricate drawing of a pack of direwolves, obviously hunting with a man. At first when she looked at the man drawn she thought he shared some look of father's, except he was of a stockier build, and perhaps shorter, judging by the size of the direwolves surrounding him. But beyond that the man had the traditional Stark features of a long face, grey eyes and dark hair. The text next to the picture described the scene: Kyng Jon ande hies packe ove Dyrewolvesse. Sansa then looked to the next page to read the text dedicated to the "Dyrewolve", which read as such:
Thee dyrewolve isse a fiersum cretur natyve onlee tu Westeros. Bonnesse fownde suggest theye prowledd asse farr suwth asse thee shoresse ove thee Blaeckwater Russch whenn Men kam, bewt tuday arrer fownde primarilee in thee North. Furr a tyme it wasse thouhte thatte theye hadd bien huntedd tu deathe acrosse Westeros fur theyer peltsse by thee Men befure theye came tu honor thee Godsse andd thee Grienwaysse. According tu legendd a small packe wasse discoveredd in thee Wolvesse' Wyd of thee North jusst befure thee Lownge Nyht, frum whyche alle dyrewolvesse in thee North arrer frum. Theye arrer consideredd an honour able andd loyal animelle, living primarilee in packesse lyke theyere smaller cousinsse, thouh a few lonne dyrewolvesse have bien knownne tu be fownde frum tyme tu tyme. Theye arrer cummonlee believedd tu be morrer intelligent than theyere smaller cousinsse. Sume kan furm special bondsse whithe Men descendedd frum Islemen, whyche isse knownne in thee Grienway asse wargsse. It isse knownne thatte onne out of onne thousandd men descendedd frum a single Isleman isse bornne a warg. It hasse bien proposedd in thee casse of sume descendentsse of Islemen who intergmarree, thatte morrer wargsse arrer lykelee tu appear. Tu developpe thisse ability it isse saidd thatte a man andd dyrewolve musst awakkenne whithein themselvesse a trusst frum whyche a packe bondd. Iffe a packe bondd isse interruptedd orre cut short befure it hasse fullee maturedd, thisse kan negativelee affect both man andd wolve-possiblee leading tu maednesse, problemsse warging, losse of empathee, andd lonne wolve beehaviorre.
Sansa immediately felt that the gods-old and new-had led her to this information. After seeing it she knew it was vitally important and so she had to find a scroll of some sort and some ink and copy it down. After having done so, she carefully closed the book and returned it to its spot and hurried out the library tower to try and find Bran, completely forgetting why she had come to the library tower in the first place. However as she came close the foot of the stairs, she heard her father call to her. He met her at the last step of the stairwell.
"Father, have you seen Bran?" asked Sansa
"Last I saw him, he was in the practice yard. Sansa! I have a question that I might ask of you."
"Aye?"
"Do you know when Lysa will… well, you understand…"