Green Journal 1

(Starts with a list of all my charectors at that time)


Lyanna stared into the falling snow, letting her thoughts drift with them. At least this was a gentle snow; each flake light and beautiful on its life’s journey to earth. Last monthe Winterfell had been plagued with blizzards , so she knew she should be grateful, but still...

Still, the snow fell, laying a fresh gleaming coat on the surface of the earth, adding to the deep drifts that never fully melted. Perhaps the snow at the base, long since turned to ice, had been there since winter started, still frozen from that first snow. Or perhaps that snow had melted like a brief spring, only to be replaced by the next fresh fall. She didn’t know; such things were the knowledge of the maesters, not Lyanna Stark.

The last few days had seemed as long as the as the wide earth before her, blanketed in a cool grey snow. A field had lain there, once, hadn’t it? The field with the little blue flowers, perhaps. It was hard to remember. The details of her childhood had faded into shades of grey, leaving only a blurred memory of the feeling of summer.

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Her skin was still pink, scrubbed half-raw from her scalding hot bath that morning. She felt fresh, and clean in the cool wind beneath the hard white sun. The dew in the grass had gone as cold as tiny crystals of ice, but as she saw her father coming back to the castle she ran through it happily, relishing the feel of the lush green blades on her bare white feet.

She embraced the Lord Starks leg as she reached him, and he laughed and took her in his arms. Glancing at her bare feet, wet with the freezing dew, he smiled and shook his head, teasing her.

"Put on your sandals, Lya." He said. She obediently dropped them to the ground and struggled to get them onto her untamed feet, but not without a pout.

"I hate wearing shoes." His face turned a little sad as he thought into the future, into the winter that could not be far away.

"Best get used to it, child. This is Winterfell, and it will not be summer forever. The day will soon come that you will need to wear more than these sandals."
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That day had come... she was still young when it came, still hopeful that it would pass as swiftly as one of their summer snows. But the winter had come. And the winter remained.


(The rest of the notebook is more or less school stuff; Latin and Spanish notes, and attempts at the Hirigana.)