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02/26/12(Sun)09:42 No.21314775>>21314501
He was noticed by Ned.
Also, there's that thing with him helping Jon's vision in ACOK:
>Jon?
>The
call came from behind him, softer than a whisper, but strong too. Can a
shout be silent? He turned his head, searching for his brother, for a
glimpse of a lean grey shape moving beneath the trees, but there was
nothing, only . . .
>A weirwood.
>It
seemed to sprout from solid rock, its pale roots twisting up from a
myriad of fissures and hairline cracks. The tree was slender compared to
other weirwoods he had seen, no more than a sapling, yet it was growing
as he watched, its limbs thickening as they reached for the sky. Wary,
he circled the smooth white trunk until he came to the face. Red eyes
looked at him. Fierce eyes they were, yet glad to see him. The weirwood
had hishis brother’s face. Had his brother always had three eyes?
>Not
always, came the silent shout. Not before the crow. He sniffed at the
bark, smelled wolf and tree and boy, but behind that there were other
scents, the rich brown smell of warm earth and the hard grey smell of
stone and something else, something terrible. Death, he knew. He was
smelling death. He cringed back, his hair bristling, and bared his
fangs.
>Don’t be afraid, I like it in
the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them. But first you have
to open your eyes. See? Like this. And the tree reached down and touched
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