[ The feast is magnificent and he has no want for new friends in the so-called Castle of Light. Ned isn't the type to indulge for the sake of it though, so when he isn't talking politely to lords from other lands (royals, too) or eating his fill (often tossing a bit of this and that to a hopeful fairy) Ned makes a slow circuit of the Great Hall with his eye out for anyone he knows. He can't be the only Stark here, surely. Moments before the little sprites lured him away, he was in the Tower of the Hand. The little creatures were in his world, who knows who else they've spoken to? It's a little surreal not to see Arya racing about after cats or to hear Sansa complaining on his peripheries about her newest hairstyle, and because of them being in King's Landing he misses his daughters a shade more keenly than the rest of his family, who are undoubtedly well and far from any mischief this otherworldly magic could bring to the Red Keep. Hopefully, at any rate.
Time rolls on, the evening darkens, and later he wanders the grounds to the same end. ]
eddard stark | game of thrones
[ The feast is magnificent and he has no want for new friends in the so-called Castle of Light. Ned isn't the type to indulge for the sake of it though, so when he isn't talking politely to lords from other lands (royals, too) or eating his fill (often tossing a bit of this and that to a hopeful fairy) Ned makes a slow circuit of the Great Hall with his eye out for anyone he knows. He can't be the only Stark here, surely. Moments before the little sprites lured him away, he was in the Tower of the Hand. The little creatures were in his world, who knows who else they've spoken to? It's a little surreal not to see Arya racing about after cats or to hear Sansa complaining on his peripheries about her newest hairstyle, and because of them being in King's Landing he misses his daughters a shade more keenly than the rest of his family, who are undoubtedly well and far from any mischief this otherworldly magic could bring to the Red Keep. Hopefully, at any rate.
Time rolls on, the evening darkens, and later he wanders the grounds to the same end. ]